Saturday, April 18, 2009

Trying to make the best of my time....

I have been waiting for the moment on this tour when I would be exhausted and overextended and ready to be done. And it came today. I had a moment where I wanted nothing more than to sleep in my own bed and spend about 40 hours on my couch refreshing my perspective and general sense of well being. The pity party, as it turned out was short lived. And it is nice that I made it half way through the tour before I wanted to punch someone in the face! 

Being on tour is a really fascinating microcosm of human emotion. You are inevitably surrounded by the same people 24 hours a day. When you are in such close proximity to one another, you form accelerated relationships and connections. You have experiences with these people in a super short span of time - situations that would normally occur over the course of many months or years of a normal friendship or co-workership. Some are good, some bad and some just irritating. The rad thing is that when you identify the people you really get along with, they are the ones that inevitably become the tethers that keep your obliterated corpse of a self from just collapsing completely. A bit dramatic of a description really, but lets just say that there are a couple of people I am really glad are here.

We have been all over the Midwest this last week. And its mostly pretty. The catering at said shows also almost always include food options that are drowned in creamy sauces. Some of its good and some of it is dog barf. 

This is at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago. It looked like Carribean whorehouse/ funhouse to me: 










The ceiling was decidedly Black Sabbath-ish.


Talk about perspective. Even on my worst day my job is not nearly as bad as this dude's.


You can't really tell from this photo, but homey is basically dangling from the side of a building by a thin rope with nothing to sit on but a tiny slat of wood. Yeep!

In PST now hoping to get out and enjoy this uncanny sunny Seattle day!

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