It’s Wednesday night. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the past two and a half weeks, which in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but still. It’s enough to twist your head around to the point where waking up in a rental car feels normal.
The great East Coast odyssey was Homeric in scope, even though I’m sworn to secrecy about 98% of the relevant details. It was refreshing to know that Misha and I can still put on a show – we were never supposed to go this long between shows, but it’s been a pretty crazy year.
New York and Vienna were amazing, as always. Actually, Vienna’s always amazing; New York is more of a crapshoot. This time we got lucky. Probably my favorite thing about being a musician is getting to make friends with roughly 17,000 people, then watch as they shift and reorganize across the American landscape.
Well, that and the screaming fans.
I don’t really have a thesis here, beyond:
Thanks, as always, to everyone who came out to the shows. We’ll see the rest of you soon.