This was a truly epic week, worthy of a truly epic writeup, but I’ve been having some of the worst luck in the world lately, computerwise, and I’ve spent 20 of the last 16 hours in transit and am literally melting this chair with summer tour stench, so I’m going to take a shower and try this fresh in the morning, when my thoughts are collected and my kid brother isn’t harassing me to get out of his room.

why am i up right now? it’s almost 4am. i’m really tired.

right now i am on the futon in adam richman’s nyc apartment’s living room (he’s on tour but the tofftacular lisa is playing host), with the contrast on his gbook really low so i don’t wake dave up (who i am sharing the futon with because nitzan picked the highest card in our nightly contest to see who gets to sleep alone)

i guess i’m up because i went to bed close to 5am last night, slept till 2:30pm, and took an hour nap in the evening. but i did that because the night before, i went to bed at 2am, woke up at 3:45am, flew from los angeles to new york (i like song airlines but hate the guy at the counter who made me check my guitar), haggled with the rental car place (i like enterprise but i hate kevin, who grossly misquoted me about the price of an SUV.. now we’re crammed into a taurus.. with no cd player.. today we were walking around the streets of nyc debating whether or not a $2 eddie money tape was worth it), and played a show at the tribeca rock club, (i liked their green room, but hated their monitors).

anyway, just wanted to check in, say hello, let you know that, while i may not be thinking of you (the internet fanbase) specifically, i must be thinking about something random because i can’t go to sleep, and you will hopefully have been my late-night therapy.

goodnight, and onward to boston tomorrow.

Show Day

This insomnia is getting out of control. It’s five in the morning. I don’t know why I’m still up. Maybe if I recount my day from start to finish it will simultaneously edify the reader and bore me into much-needed oblivion.

9:58am – Wake up. As self-employed musicians with little to do before noon, we have a strict policy of waking up in the single digits unless we absolutely can’t help it, mostly so we can look our friends (and selves) in the eye with that ounce of self respect that comes from waking up before ten.

9:58am > 11:50am – High-fives with the rest of the band, which is then bathed and fed.

11:50am > 12:06pm – Fiasco at USBank that I’d rather not talk about, involving me, a single teller, and a customer in front of me who, from all outward appearances, spends the full sixteen minutes trying to exchange a grocery bag full of old $1 bills for new ones. I leave because the fifteen cents I’d put in the parking meter is about to run out.

12:06pm > 1:30pm – Band practice. The evening’s setlist is finalized, harmonies and “yeah” parts are worked out for Spin Cycle, Mexico, Amicus. I am six minutes late. I am not offered a smoothie.

1:30pm > 6pm – Errands are run, flowers are bought, grandparents are visited. I fill out a survey in exchange for a free Fatburger coupon, which needs to be used in the next 24 hours. I return to USBank and am avenged.

6pm > 8pm – Leisure time with Misha, Jack, and an “action salad.” Wardrobes are selected and deployed. Van is cross-checked and prepared for takeoff.

8pm > 9pm – Traffic, but just a little. We outsmart it and are only fifteen minutes late.

9pm > 10pm – Sharky’s. I share my new trick with the lime and the seltzer, but there are no takers. I get a call from Clea and realize the foam animal masks she loaned us are back at the apartment. Misha and I are freaking out.

10pm > 11pm – SWLLC brings it like a sack lunch.

11pm > 1:45am – Post-show pinball, bouncing from friend to friend to fan to gear pile in the alley behind the Hotel. Some people go home, the rest of us continue to shuffle from cafe to bar to sidewalk bacon vendor to bar again before realizing we have to be up in [x] hours, at which point we say our goodbyes and call it a night.

1:45am > 5:30am – The abovementioned insomnia.

I hope that was as helpful and informative for you as it was for me. I’m going to bed now.

Cheers,
Dave