the phone wakes me up. “we’re all in the van waiting for you.”
it’s 12:30. good thing i showered before sleeping. scramble my stuff together. the mirror tells me to stop working like this. go back to the 5 star. the mirror is just envious it doesn’t have an amp as cool as mine.
i climb into the van. its rough. we rumble away.
last night there was a sweet unexpected email from bob log. said he was sorry to miss us at the festival some days ago, but he bought “the love songs” re-release there because he had it when he was 19. said the guitar playing was great. very sweet to read. i had no idea he liked the band. when i’m home, my family and his former partner in doo rag, brad denboer and his family, are mirroring neighbors. kids born the same time (one on the same as each other) euro wives. indie rock mentality infused with punk rock wiring. except he’s probably a real genius. anyhow.. it was good to hear from bob.
on the way to verona now. we stopped at lake garda because we can.
its good to have all that water wrapped around our feet. the ice cream helps the hands feel better too. the tour manager frowns at the notion of stopping. but we in the band know the future demands it. we are to live life on the road, not to rudely lose sight of where we ever are.
and so we go. besides, its only polite to be a little late. being on time can be a real insult if you ask me. especially in italy, spain or arizona.
we arrive at the venue …its run by sweet people … and the set up is lovely
its also situated right next to another building where we used to play here .. mussilinni’s giant refrigerator
