Waking Up In Oklahoma City

I thought I was in Halifax at Uncle Bud’s house having tea, but when I woke up I realized I was in OKC. It’s really sunny outside this morning and my guitar just told me to strum it. So I’ll make a cup of tea and stare out at the blue sunny crisp cool Oklahoma City horizon and aimlessly fingerpick Smokey Joe and hopefully fall back asleep. Sleep is your friend when you’re in the middle of a long haul tour. The Waffle House is not your friend. You may think the Waffle House is your friend when it’s 2am and nothing else is open, buy it’s not. You’ll wake up feeling greasy no matter how many times you brush your teeth, and you’ll be thirstier than a stranded man in the Sahara with an empty canteen.

The good news is that I get to see my crazy Okie friend Greg Johnson. He owns The Blue Door and he’s bat shit crazy. When we talk we talk and talk about Woody Guthrie, healthcare for all, Leo’s BBQ, baseball and Jimmy Webb……on and on….
When Greg introduces me on stage at his club
He calls me a washed up punk rocker masquerading as a folk singer. I usually insult him from the stage and he just shakes his head and threatens to turn off the power on me. His wife Tina sits up front and just smiles at the whole thing. The Blue Door doesn’t sell beer so people bring in their own coolers full of beer or wine or whatever. There’s crazy history in that room and if you’ve never been there then you need to make the pilgrimage. Everyone has played there. I think even Liberace played there and Leon Russell and Plato and Jesus. It’s that old.
Onward and upward,

The woman who gave birth to Joel Plaskett

Here I get to stand next to royalty! This is Joel Plaskett’s mom, Sharon. She gave birth to one of my favorite musical friends ever in the whole wide universe. She sat in the front row at The Carleton and laughed and sang along. She’s amazing. Great energy and fun to be around.
Thanks to everyone who came out to the shows in Nova Scotia. I’ll be back in May for a proper tour with more cities and venues.
I get to have dinner with my cousins and Aunties and Uncles tonight in Dartmouth. Should be a hoot. Then tomorrow I’m off to Oklahoma City for a Thursday night show at The Blue Door in Oklahoma City.

Poway California

Friday night. Last night I guess. I played a house concert at The Adams. You know- Mike and Faye! Fun time. They had a lot of people shoved into their backyard. I played Sewing Machine and there was actually a guy there named Ben who had his arm cut off just like in my song except he had his sewn back on. He was so cool and had a great voice. Here’s a pic of us showing our hands. Made my night.

The tour continues. Phoenix Sunday night at The Rhythm.


I leave on tour Sunday. The first road show is in Phoenix, Arizona. Check the tour dates for the rest of the shows because I don’t feel like tying them.

If you’re in San Diego the house concert I’m playing has moved to the backyard of The Adams’ house so it’s no longer sold out. They have more room for more people. Hurrah! Email diamondfma@cox.net for ticket info.

Peace out

Wow! ****I Made email of the day****

Hi Folks,

This is cool because I read The Lefsetz Letter everyday. It’s sort of my music bible and first email I read each morning. He has thousands and thousands of subscribers and so when he posted my email I freaked. It means a lot to me. I’m a geek.

From: Bob Lefsetz
Subject: E-Mail Of The Day

Date: September 19, 2010 6:45:56 PM PDT
To: steve poltz

From: Steve Poltz

Wow! You sure get a lot of action at your blog. Nice work creating a community.

I love playing at The Blue Door in Okc. One of my favorite rooms anywhere on the planet. I either go out for Oklahoma BBQ or Vietnamese Pho with Greg Johnson. We talk baseball and politics and music. He loves his Orioles. I look forward to my next gig there.

I’m pretty lucky. I’ve got friends all over the world who own music venues. I work 200 plus dates a year. It only comes from repetitive touring and giving 100% each night even if you’re sick with the flu or have a broken hand. Meeting the people after every show and playing heaps of house concerts. It’s not glamorous but it works. I travel with only one guy -Chris Modl, who records every show and we sell that show 15 minutes after the gig ends on CDs or 2 gig thumb drives.

I love my job. I’m like a traveling salesman. If I play a good show then people usually buy my wares. T-shirts etc. If I suck then I have no one to blame but me. I have no mgmt and only my own label 98 pounder records. I LOVE my booking agent Roggie out of Austin at Rajiworld. She has a great understanding of what I do. I have different agents I love in Australia and my homeland of Canada as well.

People who come to my shows aren’t coming because I co wrote a hit song with Jewel. They’re coming because there’s a trust factor involved. That’s why your letter speaks to me. It’s a great time to be a musician. There’s a revolution happening!

And you know it Mr Jones!

Peace be with you… And also with you.

From Istanbul,

Steve Poltz

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