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Gaseous Overload
Personally speaking, I'm just now recovering from our weekend mini-tour to Memphis and Mt. Juliet. 3 shows in 3 days, little amounts of sleep, and lots of driving in a not-so-spacious car filled with 4 other dudes (even though they're my best mates) can take it out of you. But you know what they say...those of you who can stink together, can make music together...or something along those lines. Honestly, I'm still a bit light headed.
As far as the shows went, I feel we handled all the adversity quite well. If is wasn't a small stage, it was a sound or personnel problem, if it wasn't that, it was David constantly singing background vocals to our conversations. Well, that last one ended up being pretty funny. You may or may not see a video in the near future concerning it.
We did get to go to a pretty fabulous deli on Saturday afternoon. "Young Avenue Deli" was the name, if I'm not mistaken, and it had some pretty killer food. Not to mention a very nice stage on which to perhaps play a little MB if you know what I'm smelllin'. We talked to some of the folks that worked there about us possibly coming back to play a show...they listened to our pleas, we were grateful. If it happens, who knows, maybe we'll get some free sandwiches. Which in my book is as good as money.
Quick side note: our delicatessen enjoyment was highlighted that day by the company of a super cool dude named Rich. We met him the previous night at our Murphy's show. He was from Canada. Yeah, I know, but seriously, everything else about him was great. : ) Rich, you're the man, brah. Seriously hope to see you again. Thanks for spending some time with us. We're better for it.
If there was anything that I pulled away from this weekend it was that I've totally underestimated the power of music. What I mean is that I kept finding myself fretting over things that, in the end, were out of my control. Things that would seriously sike me out before we'd go on to play. But it seemed that ever time we hit that first note of "Running From The Scene" it all just faded away. So much so that it became just as much of a challenge to NOT get TOO excited. I can't tell you how many times that's happened.
Either way, I'm seeing through experience now why music is so vital to, not only us as a band, but to humanity. It's transcendent. It not only cuts through our emotions, but it has the power to steer them too. This weekend, I was generally pretty mad before the start of each set. But without fail, a few minutes in...and it was like Christmas morning. I couldn't stop smiling.
Perhaps there is something bigger at work to which we're not privy. A beautiful mystery if you ask me.
Hildee
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