Woke up to an earthquake in Anchorage. I kid you not. The lamps shook and the building swayed, my room is on the 14th floor of the hotel. It’s so cool to be here at the last frontier. Ever since I read Call Of The Wild by Jack London I have wanted to come here.
So I took in a little of the place and then played a cool show in a place called Suzi’s Wollies. It’s a wool shop that becomes a gig venue and it works great, though I have never before played a gig to folk when 4 members of the audience were knitting. Plenty of supplies around if they ran out of wool. This is a great place; it just feels different. Surrounded by snow covered mountains and frozen water. Will explore a bit more tomorrow but have to catch a flight straight after the show in Palmer tomorrow night and travel through the night to get to Prince George, Its no where near enough time to take this place in but it feels good to say I have played in Anchorage, Alaska.