Tag Archives: Jamie Anderson touring

Baby, let’s drive all day – a folk singer on tour

Posted on November 1, 2013 by jamiebobamie

When Dolly Parton goes on tour, she has a deluxe tour bus, a fleet of semis, a huge crew and a full band. When I go on tour, it’s in a Toyota I pack myself. I’m not complaining — if … Continue reading →

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Drive All Night, so far

Posted on March 15, 2013 by jamiebobamie

I’m writing a collection of tour stories that’ll be published in 2014 by Bella Books. A few of you have asked about it. First, I’ve got two books. The one tentatively titled Drive All Night has a publishing deal. My … Continue reading →

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Through snow, through rain, through tangled tire chains

Posted on January 25, 2013 by jamiebobamie

As I played at the bar in Spokane, I could see the snow falling outside. Big fluffy flakes drifted to the ground as I made my way through my set. As a native of the desert, I hadn’t had much … Continue reading →

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Clogging, harps and Holly F***ing Near – National Women’s Music Festival 2012

Posted on July 13, 2012 by jamiebobamie

I headed to the airport in the quiet North Carolina morning, anticipation mounting because I was going to one of my favorite music festivals in the whole world, the National Women’s Music Festival. They were the first big festival to … Continue reading →

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Pardon me, is that a beaded bra or are you just here to surprise me?

Posted on April 6, 2012 by jamiebobamie

I stood there in the middle of a cavernous college student center with my acoustic guitar, singing songs for GLBT pride week. Some students were scurrying off to classes while three or four lingered around the pride week information tables. … Continue reading →

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Danny DeVito, princess outfits and interesting traveling companions

Posted on January 18, 2012 by jamiebobamie

Since I’m currently sitting in the Newark airport, it seems fitting that I talk about flying. Every touring musician has their favorite road stories and some of mine are about the people I see on flights and in airports. (A … Continue reading →

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Let’s pretend we’re booking agents! My first tour.

Posted on January 11, 2012 by jamiebobamie

My first tour wasn’t part of a grand plan. I just wanted to get to the Michigan Women’s Music Festival. I had a small problem, though. Money from a part-time clerical job in Tucson, Arizona wasn’t going to buy enough … Continue reading →

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Black cats, creaky old buildings and Wild Irish Rose

Posted on October 19, 2011 by jamiebobamie

I’ve had many interesting housing experiences in my 20 plus years of touring, including a stay in an old building filled with creaky wood floors and spooky shadows. This building in the downtown section of a small Midwest town has … Continue reading →

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Music, migraines and me

Posted on September 28, 2011 by jamiebobamie

I’m lying on the floor of the church where I’m supposed to perform. There’s a rowdy party in my head where everyone has a metal chisel that pounds on my skull. My stomach has joined the fiesta, rumbling and threatening … Continue reading →

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Through rain, through sleet, through smoking monitors

Posted on July 20, 2011 by jamiebobamie

I looked out from back stage and frowned at the black clouds hanging low in the sky. The act currently performing was pushed back under a cover, first from the sheets of water, then hail. I was next. I stepped … Continue reading →

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