Last week I went to Nashville to do some writing and recording with my band mate Jeff. We recorded the new set for the live show, and worked on a new tune called “Inside”. The next day I met up with Jody Davis and we went and had dinner with Pete Prevost. These are two very cool dudes folks. Pete had prepared an incredible meal. That, along with some high gravity IPA’s, made for a very nice evening.
Pete is a great collector of tobaccos. He even gifted me with a tin of Grousmoor from 2010. Thanks Pete!
As most know, Jody and Pete are very successful musicians. I also play and write a tune every now and then. As the night wore on, and the Hops kept pouring, we found ourselves making music. Pete on the Lap Steel Guitar, Jody on the old Les Paul, and me on a 1920’s Parlor acoustic. We jammed!!
A friend asked me if I had a favorite pipe? Now, I’ve been asked this before, but for some reason this time I had an answer. Usually I say this is too hard to answer. I would close my eyes and imagine my pipes all lined up on their stands. Little soldiers, comrades, friends; scanning them slowly and seriously. Having to say one is my favorite seemed somehow wrong. Each pipe has a story. Each one means something special. There’s a Mastro De Paja I’ve had since the mid 90’s I bought just before traveling to British Columbia to record an album. Every time I smoke it and listen to Bruce Cockburn, I’m back in beautiful Vancouver. Then there’s my Bamboo Poker by Jody Davis. Jody made it special for me and was a birthday gift many years ago. My first Julius Vesz, a Bing Crosby styled Apple. The pipe that “started it all”. But when he asked, I said without hesitation, “My Peterson “Emerald” Rusticated, XL-2 Canadian.” Wow, I said it! I was even amazed myself. But I have to tell you, I love that pipe. It cost me $62.50 in 1993 and it has been a workhorse ever since. Once I was riding horses with a buddy in the hills around Nashville and it started pouring down rain. I had just filled my Peterson with 965 and had it burning right. Instead of putting it in my bag, I turned it upside down and kept smoking. I didn’t lose a speck of tobacco, and it never went out.