So, do you want to know all the things I had to do to get ready for a more extensive tour? Well, for one thing, I had to buy more guitars.
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Behind the Wall of Sleep
PART SEVEN: Summer 1989 * * * * When we got home I slept for a week. I’m not exaggerating… much. The last show was in Seattle and we were on a red eye back to Boston, so it was around 8:30 in the morning after being up all night when I actually dragged myself [...]
Point of Know Return
Some time later, after everyone else was asleep but before dawn, I found myself sitting on the windowsill, tired, very tired, but not ready to lie down yet, rubbing my left thumb in my right hand and thinking. Bart was asleep on his edge of the bed and I wasn’t quite ready to get under [...]
Take the Long Way Home
Remo and I walked for about a block in silence, climbing the hill toward the hotel, me propelled upward by energy and the feeling like I couldn’t quite get enough air into my lungs. Streetwalkers called to us, homeless-looking men shifted toward us and then away. It felt almost like New York. “Wow,” I said [...]
While You See a Chance
There was a bellydancer waving silks and hands in front of the table when we returned, dollar bills forming a green counterpoint to the blue sequins of her costume. She coaxed Digger up and danced with him to the too-loud piped in music, circling around him with her scarves while he did a kind of [...]
One Way or Another
The Moroccan place was total decadence, everyone half-sitting, half-lying on these pillows on the floor, the walls all padded with complicated patterns like the set of a movie set in a harem. I half expected the low round tables to come complete with a hookah. Chris and I and Bart sat with our backs to [...]
I Got You
The promoter’s guy, it turned out, had friends who ran a Moroccan restaurant and they often took bands there after a show for a little decadence and graft. Unlike some towns, Frisco had several competing promoters and they wanted to curry some favor. Pun intended. We went along with free food on principle. I was [...]
Dirty Deeds
It was when I made one more trip to the men’s room that I overheard something I probably wasn’t meant to. Okay, I know I wasn’t meant to by the people talking, that is.
Administrivia & Donations
Daron here. ctan was gone over the weekend to an alternate universe where Harry Potter is real or something, so Thursday’s post went off into the ether somehow. And I just noticed last Monday’s post actually appeared on Easter Sunday… Don’t ask me how we got that one wrong. I always suck at telling what [...]
The Loadout/Stay
I haven’t yet succumbed to the temptation to write a song about being on the road. I mean, jeezus, it’s all been done before, said before, it’s almost a cliché in and of itself to just be out there living the lifestyle.
