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Tuesday, December 05, 2006 The Beginning of the Jayson Simonson Experience After many quotes inappropriate for public posting from lack of context, lots of caffeine, much fun insanity ("I have a black belt in crazy"), and a minor detour into Duluth across the bridge, Jayson Simonson and I arrived in Superior, Wis. to be greeted by frigid weather but (thankfully) no snow. We were lucky on that last count, since when he drove into Chicago from Michigan to join forces the city was experiencing Day One of a blizzard that included simultaneous snow and lightning. Many of the street and highway signs were covered in the sticky stuff, which made finding our way somewhat challenging. But thanks in part to my less-than-slightly-insane driving (what can I say, Jayson's driving is on the slow side), we made the nine hour trip in seven and a half. The Red Mug is a wonderful little cafe on the ground floor of an old police station. When Jay and I walked in, we were immediately engaged in conversation by a former Chicagoan who warned us never to move to Superior even though it's much cheaper than living in a major city. He wasn't the only one to share such sentiments ("it's a great place to visit, but don't move here") with us. Despite some locals' apparent dislike of their hometown, Jay and I enjoyed playing in the Twin Ports. We had a small, attentive audience (one woman even wrote down a list of local venues that she thought we should play--thanks!) and the Red Mug took great care of us. When the concert was done, our barista--a music student at the local university--serenaded us on the guitar as we packed up our gear. And she sounded good. Superior/Duluth may be small, but I think I'll be back. ^ Top | 1:30 AM | | | 
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