These guys can't even handle it right now.
***THIS POST WAS WRITTEN LAST NIGHT. UPDATE TO FOLLOW***
Sitting in at The Frequency in Madison, Wisconsin, I am worried that tonight might be the first night that we don't find a warm floor to crash on. There wasn't much of a crowd here tonight and no one has approached me yet to offer their place. The Clorkwork guys are going to stay in their van, but they have a bigger van then we do. Another hotel would set me back quite a bit, but maybe it's best idea. I'm not sure. I haven't done any research into the local prices for accommodations yet. The young lady working the bar just bought me a shot of Makers after I explained to her that I would be taking home a few bottles once we crossed the border into Canada. She was surprised at how strict the laws are for Canadians going back with American goods. I gladly took the shot. If it comes to a van sleep, then at least the booze will help me to pass out quicker.
This is a room full of history. The bar is made of old band stickers and picks. It looks like they're all suspended in glass, floating within the sparkles. Tomorrow we play our last US show until the 16th, when we make our way to Seattle. We've decided we're going to head back to Winnipeg tomorrow night after the show and hang around in our own spaces for a few days. At first it felt like a failure because I couldn't secure enough shows to keep us on the road the whole time, but with every day that passes it feels more like a chance to regroup. It's been a rough go on this one. I always expect for things to move quicker then they actually do, and I always find myself disappointed by the lack of results as I imagined them. Unreasonable expectations are always the way I end up hurting myself. I've gotten better at managing my expectations, but old habits die hard. So, back to Winnipeg we go before hitting the west coast. My roommate tells me I have a lawn now, which I'm going to lay in so hard when I get home. I can't wait to see how my property looks without piles of garbage and mud. AND apparently I'm getting some free storm doors installed. You have no idea how happy I am about that.
Last night we stayed with the Clockwork guys at their parents house again. What wonderful people. They fed us, let us do laundry, sent us off with food and treated us like their own. The show last night was super fun and we've made some really great friends in St. Louis. We're on tour with some of them now. The Clockwork guys put on an amazing show every night. Their harmonies are soaring and there is so much energy on stage. BIG FAN OVER HERE. We all left their home just after noon and made our way to Madison. These guys haven't been on a road trip without a chaparon before, and I've promised their parents I'll look after them. The oldest in the group is 21. So now it's me and a hilarious group of young men, wide-eyed and awe-struck. Some of them anyway.
The show in Madison was great. We're all feeling more comfortable with the material and now we're focusing on the performance and how each song takes it's own feeling while making the whole set feel like it's engaging and entertaining. This is a good group of guys and I'm glad they're on tour with me playing this music. It all means so much to me.
***THE FOLLOWING IS AN UPDATE***
I feel gross today. I have not been exercising and I'm feeling it. I also re-injured my neck while doing my hair yesterday morning. The pain is frustrating because it denies me sleep. That, and some disturbing news back home are enough to really want me to get back home for a few days. We're driving right after we're finished playing here. See you soon, Winnipeg. See you soon, Peanut.
WE"RE GOING BACK TO WINNIIIEOOOOPEPEPEPEPGPGGGGGG!!!!! SO EXCITED. I'm drinking PBR right now. I hate it but it's 1$. Long hair, don't care. See you in Seattle.