Hello friends, Rob here.
This is the story of four days:
Sunday, February 27, 2011
12:06 AM – Van’s packed up. Show’s done. We’ve had a wonderful hour in Birmingham. Thank goodness we were just opening tonight. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and today is nowhere near over.
5:06 AM – After two and a half weeks of very late nights, we’re back in New Orleans. Time to make the rounds.
5:27 AM – Dave pulls the van away from the front of my house. He still needs to run down Magazine to drop Ed, then his night will finally be over. I carry my bags up the stairs on my porch. The birds are already awake. I’m about to get an hour of sleep. I may be home, but I’m still on tour until this afternoon..
7:15 AM – Snooze button.
7:24 AM – Ah, dammit.
8:03 AM – McDonald’s Breakfast. Pick up Ed. Meet at Dave’s house.
8:56 AM – For the first time in a long time, we’re actually early for something. That something is Family Gras, an all-day outdoor Mardi Gras celebration and music festival in Metairie.
9:14 AM – Honor Society is sound checking. I am drinking from a metal water bottle filled with a mixture of Spike Hardcore Energy Drink (the benefits and dangers of which I have discussed in previous entries) and vodka. I have basically been awake since 11:00 the previous morning, so as far as I am concerned it is not currently 9:14 on a Sunday morning, but rather 21:14 on a Saturday night. It’s just a very late night. Bandmates find my logic to be unassailable.
9:45 AM – Honor Society is still sound checking. I have spilled some of my drink on my shirt. It’s not particularly noticeable.
10:30 AM – We run a quick sound check and then launch into our set.
11:08 AM – I spill more of my drink on myself while playing music. It’s slightly noticeable.
11:40 AM – I notice a couple with a baby singing along. I like when people know the words to our songs.
11:53 AM – Dave runs a lap through the audience, dives up onto the very elevated stage (with help from a chair placed strategically by a kind and thoughtful security guard), and then climbs to an even more very elevated position on the rafters of the stage. He doesn’t die, which is cool.
12:00 PM – “Thank you, Metairie! Everyone have a wonderful day and a happy Mardi Gras! Stick around for Honor Society!”
12:45 PM – George makes like he is going to spoon-feed me a bite of chicken from his gumbo backstage. It falls out of the spoon and trickles down the shoulder of my shirt before landing in my drink. It is very noticeable. It looks like I had to throw up a bit and, rather than excuse myself from whatever conversation I was having, I just turned my head to the right and let loose.
12:46 PM – I need a clean shirt. There are clean shirts in the van, but…
12:50 PM – I am now walking around the VIP area at a festival I have just played, drinking a scotch and wearing one of my own band’s t-shirts. I am officially a Class-A Douchebag.
1:22 PM – Okay, let’s go home. We’re all tired.
1:45 PM – I’m home. I’m sweaty. I’m underslept. I might be slightly buzzed. I have three saxophones and two bags full of dirty clothes to carry up to my room. It is time for lots of sleep.
Monday. February 28, 2011
9:35 AM – Welp, I’m not doing anything today.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
9:22 AM – Ditto.
Wendesday, March 2, 2011
9:50 AM – Samesies- Ah crap I have to write a blog.
The end.
Anyway, we’re back. We’ve been taking things as easily as we can. We’ve got a full weekend ahead of us, though. It looks like this:
Thursday – Fatty Arbuckle’s in Shreveport.
Friday – Artmosphere in Lafayette (apparently this show is a pajama party, so, awesome.)
Saturday – Seville Quarter in Pensacola
Sunday – Café Prytania in New Orleans
Monday – Lundi Gras at The Howlin’ Wolf in New Orleans, opening for George Porter
Everyone have a fun and safe (okay, slightly dangerous) Mardi Gras!
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