Just after midnight at a hotel on the
grounds of the Cleveland airport, I watched an airplane glide down
onto the runway. In my mind, I was David
Attenborough narrating a piece on tropical birds: "The
Southwest variant can be identified by its distinctive blue plumage,
as opposed to other common species of 737, like the Delta or the
American, whose feathers are predominantly white with just a bit of
coloration along the wings and tail...”
I had to go down to the front desk
earlier because my key wasn't getting me into my room. When I got
back up, my new key wasn't working either. At this point, I realized
I was doing it wrong. Just needed to change up my key-swipe
motion. I bet my first key was totally fine. I probably owe the front
desk guy an apology. Sometimes, the problem is you. Remember that.
And don't just remember it so you can share it with an acquaintance
of yours who "really needs to hear it”- remember it because you really need to hear it. Anyway:
Hello, friends! Rob here.
my first night on the road since getting married. It's weird. My
wife (holy SHIT!) and I have been a couple since sometime around the
mid-Cretaceous Period, and we've been living together since the
Paleolithic or so, so in a practical sense very little has changed.
But there's still this feeling of having flipped along an axis.
We've gone from "pre-” to "post-”. Everything is the "first
(X) since we got married”: The first tour, the first dinner, the first
low-key afternoon where we accidentally got super drunk...
night away from each other. We're both old hat at spending time
apart by now, but still. It's a new world.
is also my first entry in quite some time. Anyone who has spoken to
me recently knows that I've been using my wedding as a knee-jerk
excuse for pretty much everything I've allowed to slip through the
cracks in the last six months or so, and to some extent I stand by
it. The world of wedding planning is a fractal inside a Russian nesting doll inside one of those multi-storied Inception dreams. Every answer just leads to more questions. You dig, and you dig, and you dig, and you never hit bottom. As THE BIG DAY got closer and
closer, more of the time and energy that I might otherwise have
devoted to writing was instead spent chasing down the minutiae of the
that's not all. There's an element of inertia to it as well. I
always struggle with the first blog after a period of inactivity.
After a while, it becomes something of a monkey on my back – the
longer I don't do it, the more of "a thing” it is that I haven't
done it in a while. Plus, at a certain point, it becomes difficult
from a practical standpoint: what do I write about? What do I omit
for the sake of brevity? Do I talk about anything the band has done
or just prattle on about my own baggage for like six hundred words?
It takes on a bit of a Sisyphean quality: if I included everything I
could possibly hope to include, then by the time I was done writing
this there'd be another week's worth of stuff to write about.
what's makes the "prattle on about my own baggage” method so
enticing. None of it is important, so all of it is important.
our first day of real tour in a long time. Not only that, but this
is our first tour where we're flying everywhere. And I do mean
"everywhere.” In one 5-day span we'll be traveling from Toronto
to Los Angeles with a brief stopover in the northeastern United
States. In another, we will go from Indiana to Michigan by way of
southern California. Note that this means we'll be making two
distinct trips to California in the next three weeks. This month is gonna
be wacky as all get out and I'm very excited about it.
nothing else, it's more uncharted territory. Speaking of which, I would especially like to send my
love to you if today is your first day at a new job, your first day
in a new city, your first day of training for a marathon, your first
date, your first day home with a newborn, your first time eating
sushi, your first day of sobriety, the first day your spouse has been
away on business, or any other first. It's a new world.