Folks,
I am bleary this morning after a weekend of long long nights.
Saturday was the CMJ festival in NYC and so we headed out in the early afternoon to go and bring the pain with our rockness. Not to deflate any of our remaining rock mystery, but as we get older and more jaded the 9 hour round trip to NYC for one show becomes less and less appealing. Don't get me wrong, I love the New York crowds and playing there is still exciting in the moment, but all the driving can wear a man down. I used to deal with this by getting piss drunk at the shows and then sleeping it off on the ride home, but now I have no such distraction. So I just sit and look out the window at the beautiful scenery that is Route 95. Damn.
Anyway, the show itself was really good. We had a good time and played well for an audience that was split about 50/50 between our fans and record company people. Not record company people with any power, mind you, just people who work for labels. You can identify label people because they don't dance and they look at their watches a lot. One guy stood right in front of me, scowling and checking the time during the entire show. Thanks, pal.
And then of course there were the Red Sox to deal with last night. I'm glad they won but good god damn why couldn't they have done it in 9 innings? No matter what the outcome is, staying up until 2 AM to watch baseball on a weeknight blows beans.
So today I am trying in vain to reset my circadian rhythms. Dag.
What's wrong with you? The Sox win and all you got is your bitch ass whining?
okay, okay. i feel the need to stand up for my man, here. all of us were tired last night. spiritually, emotionally, morally drained. they won. in the most exhausting way possible. but can this win energize us after the past three games? we're trying, but we know in our hearts (the hearts that have been broken every year of our aware lives) that it can come to nothing. even if we went all the way to game seven, as brendo frendo said, some yankee would just bloop it over the wall in the tenth inning. it's hard to send someone you love flowers today when you know they are just going to break up with you tomorrow.
