As someone let me know today I’ve been slacking on the LOST blog. AND IT’S TRUE. So….
Right at this very second I am on the bus with Steffen, Thomas, Jan, Ned, Gabe, and of course Cowboy. We’re pulling the bus out onto the street before we journey from Queens into El Apple Grande. Parking this vessel in downtown New York will undoubtedly create lots of nervous, loud chatter between Cowboy’s low, sometimes mildly explosive southern drawl and Jan Winterfeld’s smooth manager German dialect. Then of course others are sure to involve themselves. Soon there will be way too many cooks in the kitchen and I’ll sit back and amuse myself with the whole situation. It’s not that I don’t want to help, but you don’t need 5 people solving one problem. At most you need two, but waiting around on tours creates the vacuum of boredom and I’ve heard it said there are those who get sucked into this vacuum as a means of giving purpose to otherwise empty moments. Either way, I have a slightly evil side that enjoys seeing others in moments of frustration. It’s why I love Winnebago Man - (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSWUWPx2VeQ - I even enjoy when small children start yelling for no apparent reason. I don’t want them to be uncared for, but most of the time they’re simply making a fuss of real selfishness and you can tell it from their yelling. It’s our first “it’s all about me’ness”. I watch on like a vampire with my hands crossed over one another, chuckling in a fiendish, low growl.
I just heard Cowboy speak to himself from the drivers seat (always loud enough to communicate his growing frustration to anyone in the cab)….
“there ain’t no way to just second guess this and make it just perfect“
I’m not sure what it’s regarding but I’m sure it’s to do with parking this 50 foot craft in the middle of the busiest city in the hemisphere (or one of the busiest).
OhppH..here we go….the bus rolls.
The tour has pressed through the mid-eastern US, hit Toronto with pristine border crossings, and eventually has us in place for our rapid descent down the southern Atlantic coast. I have to say, I’m ready to be out of the north for a change and get into some areas where there’s some more space. I love every city we play in, that’s a fact. But I wouldn’t mind walking on some grass in Georgia alongside azaleas. Wait, azaleas are in summer I think. Oh well. Then the Florida sand.
Cowboy “here we go with these low bridges again“….
Florida will be superb. My good buddy Sean from Mesh is all about it, but I know he wants to go throw the football by the ladies on the beach. I’m not saying I’ve lost my mojo, but for some reason I just want to put my feet in the sand, drink a hurricane and be at peace with the sea. I’m feeling more like a poet than a beach dude right now. We’ll see how it goes, but West Palm Beach is a stop I really need on this tour. I need to see the ocean, and I look more like a surfer than I ever have. I want to go surfing BAD.
I’m ready for the show tonight. Starting to rock it out a lot more on stage and it’s definitely becoming a more enjoyable endeavor. I’m not trying to be the guy who has the crowd, although maybe I should. But I’ve seen bands I love like Idlewild and they weren’t that either. Not sure it’s an absolute prerequisite. Pondering all of this. I still love Claude Strilios’ style on stage. It’s very genuine, almost sweet, yet has an edge to it at the same time. I wish Claude and I were closer friends.
Mesh and De/Vision both rock btw. Just wait if you haven’t seen them. These are pros.
So that’s it from New York. Will start getting more engaged with this blogging once we descend into higher temps and southern charms.
Hearts go out to those hit hard in Iowa last night. I need to check more on this story. It’s going to be a bad night of storms throughout much of the mid US tonight, including where my parents live. I’ll be watching the news closely.
RJ
