Tour Blog 3/2/09
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GLIB SNOW
It's cold. Not "Hey, can we be seated underneath the heat lamp on the patio for dinner?" cold. I'm talking "frozen snot, shrinking genitalia, rock hard nipples through 4 layers of clothing" cold. We are currently waiting to unload our gear into the venue in West Chester Pennsylvania. When I say we of course I mean our fearless crew guys and not myself or any of the band members included. Chris and Jesse are currently killing the hell out of each other playing Call Of Duty 4 in the back lounge. Dan is snuggled up in his bunk and I am sitting in the front lounge with Zoe giving all of you a piece of my mind. Just a few days ago in New York City it was, dare I say, pleasant. In the 40's and sunny. Even I, a So-Cal born and raised native, can handle that with enough layers of clothing on. Uncasville Connecticut wasn't too bad at all either. The show, by the way, was outstanding. A sold out arena is never too shabby. It was our last show with 3 Doors Down on this run. Jesse, our bass player, is from near there and his family got to see him perform with us for the first time. I'm sure it was surreal to watch their son playing in front of thousands of people. But anyways, yesterday we were in Philadelphia for a day off. The day started off pretty normal. Get up, grab your room key in the front of the bus and go up to your hotel room. It was nice and cold out but nothing too severe. After the world's longest hot shower and double scrubbing (that's not "code" for anything I just hadn't showered in a couple of days) I tried to organize a group of us to go down to South Street to check out some of the cool shops they have there as well as throw down on some famous authentic Philadelphia Cheesesteaks. Alas I was too late though. Jesse and Dan were already down there and I never heard back from Chris who was asleep or our drum tech/stage manager Mikey who was doing his laundry. So I decided to chill for a while in the room and eventually ended up meeting Mikey and Chris later for food downstairs. Our tour manager Brendon met up with us to eat and warn us about a big storm that he had heard was going to hit in a few hours. I didn't really believe him though. I mean he did coin himself the "Misinformation Super Highway" once. After some hanging out and snacking it was back to the room. I tried my hand again at organizing a get together but this time for dinner. This time 8 of the 9 of us were confirmed in. It was Smith & Wollensky at 8:30 for some good steaks and maybe throw in some lobster tails as well. 8:15 rolls around and I'm waiting in the lobby. The snow storm that Brendon has warned us about had rolled in and was dusting the bushes and side walk in white. It's 8:25 now and most of us were in the lobby and ready to catch a short cab ride to dinner. 8:30, Chris, Jesse and I grab the first cab to head over. 8:35, I get the call from the rest of the crew, "Uh we're gonna stay back and hit up the local bar. Sorry man." The party of 8 was now a party of 3. Oh well. Chris, Jesse and I had some kick ass steaks, some truffle mac and cheese and washed it down with some cheesecake. Well worth the short cab ride. Well worth a long cab ride of you ask me. Our dinner conversations ranged from the economy and how it's current state effects us, throwing in "alternate lyrics" during live performances of familiar songs to see if anyone notices and how, for as much as it was snowing, none of it was seeming to stick to the ground. It was only sticking to certain objects. That spurred us off on one of our patented stupid tangents in where we were scolding the snow for being so superficial, so hollywood, so GLIB as Chris put it. Stupid glib snow! Picking and choosing it's sticking points. Sometimes nobody makes us laugh more than ourselves. I returned back to the room and I killed another couple hours wacthing tv and surfing the net. I decided to take a look outside to see how the glib snow was doing only to be see how un-glib it had become. The streets were covered and Phili was blanketed. There's a certain type of silence that comes with heavy snowfall that is so cool. The snow just absorbs all the sound. Plus there wasn't a car around. It was quite peaceful for the moment. I slept well. Now here we are, gear loaded up and soundcheck in an hour or so. The venue is small but cool. I'm not sure who would want to drudge through this snow to come hang out tonight. Maybe that's my So-Cal mentality playing tricks on me? Where I'm from when it rains a little it seems like the whole city comes to a halt. People out here are just tougher. This weather is probably no biggie at all to them. So to those who bought tickets already and are going to slush it over here, YOU RULE! To those who don't have tickets yet but were thinking about slushing it over here, YOU RULE TOO only just a little less than those with tickets already. Finally to those who aren't coming at all, you guys are missing out. It's going to be like a warm musical blanket wrapped around you keeping you shielded from the harsh elements outside. A musical Snuggy (blanket with arms) except not as lame (or awesome depending on if you own a Snuggy). It's hard to believe that in about 5 days or so we'll be in 80 degrees and back in the south. And they wonder why touring musicians seem to get sick and run down so often. DUH!
Stay warm Stankers,
Doug
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