"Boy, you better put the Devil's wrench down..." Words of wisdom (I think) from the strange man in the Comfort Inn parking lot in Nashville, Tennessee. I'll get to that a little later.  Being in a touring band gives you plenty to process on a daily basis. I figure that's why so many artists hit the road and never come off it for too long. Somewhere, Willie just said "amen."   Let's start in Winston-Salem, NC. We rolled into town for a show at LJVM Coliseum with the Zac Brown Band. What a fantastic night! Here's how the show unfolded:   1. Blackberry Smoke opening set2. Zac Brown Band headline set3. BBS and ZBB tag team both bands on stage mega jam!   The next morning, I woke up to see the bus was parked at the good ole Comfort Inn on Demonbreun in Nashville. Brit, Richard and I stepped out for coffee and were instantly approached by a strange little man singing a strange little song. "Boy, you better put that Devil's wrench down!" he sang over and over. I agree, sir. I can't even remember where I put my "Devil's wrench", so there's no need to worry about me using it. At any rate, we enjoyed a nice day off in Nashville.   Next day, Evansville, IN. I wish you could've gone to lunch with us, friends, because I watched in amazement as our tour manager, Trey Wilson ate a double bacon cheeseburger with a bun made of grilled cheese sandwiches. During the show that night, the fire alarm (I will not say "smoke" alarm) went off while we played "The Whippoorwill." At least it was in key, I think.