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I Think I Love You Too Much

They yelled at each other for a while. Knock-down drag-out stuff. The details don’t matter, I guess, or I would think I’d remember it better. I curled myself up in a ball in the seat I was in and tried not to hear any of it. Maybe I partly succeeded and that’s why I don’t […]

Pandora’s Box

I could have probably titled these chronicles “Things I Know Now that I Didn’t Know Then.” Sure, most of what I’ve learned is things about myself–and relationships. But then there are the simple things like, oh, if you nearly pass out incoherent chances are you should’ve gone to the ER. As it turns out, I […]

So Lonely

Things I wouldn’t have realized if I hadn’t toured the country: Ohio borders Kentucky. I think of Ohio as the Midwest and Kentucky as the South. So if you’d told me they were the same distance apart as Minnesota and South Carolina I would have believed you. Instead, check it out, they’re adjacent. In fact […]

Shake It Up

Martin missed the bus to Detroit. This surprised no one, really, since he’d informed the crew he’d get himself there. It was only like a two or three hour drive and I think he convinced either Mary or Sue to just drive him. Once he did get to Detroit, he thanked me before soundcheck because […]

Railway Children

In the morning I went to the airport in a hired car that was not driven by Tony. I guess because Nomad was paying for it and not WTA? The flight was from Newark, which I tried to pretend was not in New Jersey. I made my way to the gate, my left thumb aching […]

Skin Deep

There were a lot of extra people around. Typical for a New York metro area show. The only thing that kept it down the day before was the stomach flu warnings, I guess. That meant a lot of extra people distracting me before soundcheck, so that when soundcheck time came I was surprised by it. […]

Breaking Us In Two

I was still sitting there with my bag unzipped and a guitar case open when I realized another Melissa and Remo argument was in progress right outside the door. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” she was saying. “I have to be with him all the time.” “He needs someone with him, but Mel, there’s […]

My Best Friend’s Girl

Melissa was very blond and very, very pregnant. I found her in the suite with most of everyone else, including Martin, who had his ear pressed to her swollen stomach. He pulled back suddenly. “Ow! He kicked me!” “Do you know if it’s a boy?” Alan asked. Melissa shook her head. “We don’t know for […]