1/26/15 day 7: Freiburg, DE

Up at 845 for very modest breakfast. To be honest, I thought the hotel would have brought the heat a little bit more. It was extremely modest (I'm being generous).

We rolled out of there around 11:30 and headed south to Freiburg. The quickest route was through France, south from Saarbrücken. It was snowing heavy at times, so the going was slow until we hit Strasbourg. Discussion topic: if you could assemble a band with musicians living or dead, who would be in your band? Answeres varied greatly but mine featured Steve Gadd, Pino Palidino, Donald Fagen, John Mayer, Ben Harper, Derek Trucks, and me... 

We hit Stasbourg and decided to turn off the navigation, go dark, and find a spot for lunch. You know...lunch in Strasbourg, NBD.

We followed our gut and ended up finding a parking place downtown and walked about 10 minutes and found this gem of a restaurant that would please everyone; Broc en Stock.

Off. The. Chain.

Salade Chèvre Chaud: salad with toasted goat cheese.

Steak au Poivre avec Frites: Steak w peppercorn cream sauce and fries. DAMN! I went full on glutonous and loved every minute of it.

Strasbourg scenes:

We were all stuffed and happy when we got back on the road at 3:15. It was snowing big fat snow flakes all the way to Freiburg. Peter crashed out in shotgun (highly illegal) and Jeff and I played "what one living band would you hire for a private performance." I chose Led Zepplin.

Rolled into Freiburg, one of my favorite spots on the planet and alma mater, at 4:20 and found Tommy our friend, booking agent, and event sponsor wandering parked outside our rented apartment. We are in Freiburg for a performance and to be a part of a conference to showcase for talent buyers. Tommy organized everything and we are all crashing in an apartment for the next couple days. Anyway, he went off to the conference to set up and I took Jeff and peter to Feierling, my favorite local brewery. PROST.

The nectar of the Gods for sure. We met tommy at 8 back at the apartment and we all went out for Moroccan food for dinner. It was, again, off the chain. Two amazing meals in one day. Grateful.

We stopped by Zum Schlappen, a bar from my youth, and enjoyed a single malt scotch and rapped with Tommy about the game plan for the next few days. We have some recording with our friend Ray on the agenda, as well as meet and greets, parties, performances.. Life is tough, folks. Life is really tough.

I am excited to be here, now. Not to let my mind wander too far from this very spot. To be in the moment. Enjoy the ride, this experience, these friends, this city. Savor. Hold tight. Let go.

Grateful.