Crowne Plaza Orlando
Hey everybody. I've been a bad livejournaler. Never did get around to that Bright Eyes tour, even given six months of baby leave. Suffice to say Bright Eyes tour was fun. Someday I'll put up the photos and we can all relive those halcyon days.
And yes, not to bury the lede, but I did say baby leave. Me and John both! Totally coordinated in an ultimate achievement of band unity. (Kidding. It just happened that way, weirdly.) John and Lalitree had a little boy named Roman at the end of August; scarcely more than a month later Patricia and I welcomed our baby girl Natalia. Babies! Babies, it turns out, are awesome.
And now here we are a week into our first tour as parents. Tough being away, but I gotta say: as someone who has spent much of the past decade trying to explain to people that tour isn't vacation, that despite appearances it is actually work -- enormously gratifying, frequently fun, and even, on special occasions, not unglamorous work, but work nonetheless, with all the attendant frustrations, tedium, and unpleasantness of any job, however awesome? Well, guess what. Compared to taking care of a three-month-old, tour is fucking vacation. Wheeee!
It's been good so far. Playing a bunch of new songs, which is exciting. Austin, Houston, New Orleans, Tallahassee, Orlando last night. We're in Florida all week during the run-up to the GOP primary here. There are actually Mitt Romney signs. Also, it is warm.
Jon Wurster and I reached the uncomfortable conclusion last night that we seem to get more enjoyment out of terrifically bad music than we do from listening to good music. What is up with that.
And yes, not to bury the lede, but I did say baby leave. Me and John both! Totally coordinated in an ultimate achievement of band unity. (Kidding. It just happened that way, weirdly.) John and Lalitree had a little boy named Roman at the end of August; scarcely more than a month later Patricia and I welcomed our baby girl Natalia. Babies! Babies, it turns out, are awesome.
And now here we are a week into our first tour as parents. Tough being away, but I gotta say: as someone who has spent much of the past decade trying to explain to people that tour isn't vacation, that despite appearances it is actually work -- enormously gratifying, frequently fun, and even, on special occasions, not unglamorous work, but work nonetheless, with all the attendant frustrations, tedium, and unpleasantness of any job, however awesome? Well, guess what. Compared to taking care of a three-month-old, tour is fucking vacation. Wheeee!
It's been good so far. Playing a bunch of new songs, which is exciting. Austin, Houston, New Orleans, Tallahassee, Orlando last night. We're in Florida all week during the run-up to the GOP primary here. There are actually Mitt Romney signs. Also, it is warm.
Jon Wurster and I reached the uncomfortable conclusion last night that we seem to get more enjoyment out of terrifically bad music than we do from listening to good music. What is up with that.