I have been on a number of long car rides this year, and thankfully not one of them included having to deal with a GPS. I think I would last about 10 minutes with that thing yapping at me before it met with an unfortunate end. Unless I could program it myself, using my own voice as the directional guide. That wouldn’t help me out, but it would assure that everyone I knew got one for Christmas that year, and God help them if they take a wrong turn. “Recalculating” isn’t the phrase I would use.

I mentioned on Friday that one of my favourite bands of all time, Lucero, were coming to town. Well, they showed up Sunday night at The Horseshoe as promised, and I was there waiting.

The great thing about The Horseshoe is that it’s really easy to get up close and personal with the bands, and this show was no exception. I was situated perfectly to take in all the Rock ‘n Roll madness, and get doused in more than one beer shower.

It was an incredible show. Lucero have the perfect balance of outlaw country gruffness and punk rock work ethic. They are uncompromising in their dedication to the fans (changing up their set more than once to accommodate requests), and their sincerity and honesty on stage is second only to their sincerity and honesty on record. It was a high-energy, sweaty, grimy, and all together wonderful show, and I truly hope they manage to swing through here again soon.

Of course, going to see Lucero on a Sunday night when getting up for work the next day was a factor may not have been my best move. But I gotta tell ya, I wouldn’t change it for the world.

After all, I can sleep when I’m dea-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..