We said hi to my Mom, I made everyone breakfast, then John and I went back to sleep. Do you see a theme? That must be boring to read but that’s what tour is: drive, sleep, eat, play, drive, sleep, eat, etc. Not very exciting I’m afraid. I should have Ryan and Saysha write these bits since I was dead to the world. Can you guys fill in the blanks please?
From Saysha: While you were sleeping in Philly Ryan and I practiced yoga, (I was teaching him all week), got cheese steaks and reubens and Mallomars at the awesome Mrs. Marty’s Restaurant.
Cheese steaks for lunch, Yum!
The festival was so eclectic. MC’d by Jeff of South Street Sounds and attended by all sorts of people (including Christian and Terri, Kim, Ryan’s Dad and my aunt, thanks guys!) we were preceeded by a metal band, an acoustic folk act, and a Dave Matthew’s type band.
The show rocked. I opened with a solo rendition of Not That Bad while we were setting up, we got cut short because everyone was running over, which was fine, we wanted to go home, but in the meantime there was lots and lots of rock. Jeff kept talking about how we were from New York and picking on New Yorkers and I said something like, “actually, 50% of us are from here… so yeah…” It was funny.
All in all it was a great fucking tour I’d say. You were all great, we had a blast, I think we rocked pretty hard the whole time, and it was funny because despite the fact that my diet, sleep and lifestyle got all messed up for a week, by the end of the tour I got my voice back. It was pretty fun. Lesson learned, when you’re sick, drink whiskey and go on tour. The perfect remedy.
-Not That Bad
-Don’t Look Back
-Stuck In My Head