Hello friends, Rob here.
I was going to talk about what we’ve been up to for the last few days.
I was going to talk about our five-days’ notice show on a Wednesday night in Baton Rouge. I was going to talk about all of the friends that came to see us even though we had been there four nights prior. I was going to talk about the guy at the venue who must have been an employee coming to hang out on his night off, because nobody threw him out on his ass when he vomited into his own clasped hands and then just stood there and tried to play it off.
Then, I was going to talk about Shreveport. Highlights would have included bitter cold and wonderful people. It was freezing at Fatty Arbuckle’s. When we got to the venue to load in, the bar was completely empty. I was going to tell you that we were actually worried for a second there. Then, in our darkest hour, I was going to use some colorful analogy to describe our beloved Shreveport friends striking the scene like lightning and leaving behind a scorch mark in the shape of a bald eagle. We really didn’t expect anyone to brave the cold for a late-night show on a Thursday, but sure enough, you would have been able to read about how we continue to be the luckiest band in the world.
I was going to find a way to segue seamlessly into a brief and technical sermon on the finer points of tour routing, and how Shreveport to St. Louis is a risky move, especially when the second bar supposedly wants you at 7:30 PM and the first bar wants you until 3:30 AM and you need to drive eleven hours to get from the one to the other, and theoretically you’re sneaking in more than two hours’ sleep at some point. You were going to do the math, and it wasn’t going to add up.
Here would have been a (hopefully) comical non-sequitur about losing money at a blackjack table.
At this point in the telling, we would have been at Broadway Oyster Bar in St. Louis, which was a great story. I wish I had time for it. The bar’s owner, a lover of all things New Orleans, said he was going for a “half Jacques-Imo’s, half Maple Leaf” vibe. I was going to talk about the heavily decorated walls, perfectly intimate rooms, and unexpectedly large and enthusiastic crowd.
See, I was going to have a nice little update here, filled with information and anecdotes. But unfortunately, I have to devote all of my word-space to bragging because I GOT TO SIT IN WITH THE MOTHER FREAKING REBIRTH BRASS BAND FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THEIR SECOND SET IN CHICAGO AND IT WAS SO AWESOME AND THEN TODAY WE WENT TO PIZZA AND WE GOT TO MEET RICK NIELSEN OF CHEAP TRICK
So this entry is actually just a bunch of words about how awesome we are. Sorry.
Driving day tomorrow, then we make our long-long-long-overdue return to Lexington, Kentucky, then we spend the rest of the week in Ohio. I love Ohio.
I also love you. Happy Valentine’s Day!
PS If you ever find yourself in Chicago skip the deep dish and go to Piece instead.
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Hey Guys,
Im from CT and i heard you guys have been up here before. I caught you guys briefly on MTV Real World and fell in love with your music. I generally have an ear for Rap and R&B but you guys are killin it in my opinion. All your songs are fire and i’m doing what i can to put everyone on to you guys. Keep hittin that creative level your on and hopefully ill get to see you guys live one day. OH yeah my three year old loves Two Ton wrecking Ball…im more partial to Mary Joanna nawmeaan.. Anyways good luck and im pullin for you guys, peace.
frist pat and tara dont live in penscola and
also why are there no pictures of ed
tammie
see you all soon