We eventually got off the topic of lights, and then Shiree had to get home to the kids. Not long after that, Louis decided to call it a night as well. “You want a ride back into town?” he asked, as we each put cash onto the table. “I can take him,” Ziggy said. “No [...]
Inside, Carynne was already talking with Louis, which was to say Louis was talking and she was nodding a lot. He was gesturing toward the rafters but I couldn’t make out what he was actually saying. He hadn’t struck me as the talkative type so it must have been important. I laid the guitar case [...]
Our Kevin clapped me on the shoulder as I went one way and he went the other. I came around the back of the stage to the stairs that led up to the backstage kitchenette, and stopped short. Ziggy was sitting on the steps, his hands hanging between his knees and his lower lip hidden [...]
Digger’s advice to prevent a hangover was to always drink a glass of water before going to bed. I didn’t really believe him, because he often had a hangover anyway. However I always drank a glass just in case it helped. My theory was that if it did help at all, it was that the [...]
I tried to sleep, I mean really tried. Lay down, closed my eyes, recited the circle of fifths, tried to remember as many alternate tunings as I could, stuff that put me to sleep during theory class but which didn’t work now. I kept flashing on that moment, his hand reaching toward me and me [...]
I walked toward the T a little later, after I made sure things were unplugged that should be and that guitars weren’t in danger of falling over. The air was cold and I started making a list of things to do in my mind: buy gloves. I saw the grate across the Chinatown station entrance [...]
We played until about one in the morning when Colin came down and said he had to get up for a temp job at 8am. Bart and Michelle went home and Christian and I watched half of a late night movie before he fell unconscious on the couch. Of our other two housemates, there was [...]
The press conference was over but I was thirsty and jittery and my face still felt hot, like I’d gotten sunburned from the bright TV camera lights. I went into the men’s room and splashed my face with water. I slid the elastic out of my hair and let the uncut strands fall over my [...]
At midnight Christian and I returned to the hotel, wired on espresso-latte-bombs, and everyone else seemed to be conked out. Except Ziggy, who was nowhere to be found. I spent an hour trying to read the contract and decided, yeah, I would definitely have to get a lawyer to read it. Maybe Watt could recommend [...]
(Thanks to reader donations topping $25 this week, here’s a third post for the week!) We all went gawking at the usual things, the stars in the sidewalk and landmarks and what have you, and a photographer from the record company came along with the assistant road manager and a driver. When Bart had said [...]
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