Here We Go Again
Never even heard of Pala, California until now. Still, that's where we're playing tonight. (It's near San Diego. Why we're going from Colorado to California to Nevada to Arizona back to California is beyond me. Probably had a lot to do with venue availability.)
So. Right. When I last left you, I was about to go meet a most insistent group of Fish Patrolers. About twenty (!!!!!) in all showed up for the event. We pretty much took over the entire Starbucks. (Don't worry, the store made a good deal of money off all the ladies.) Once I got over the initial shock at the size of the gathering, and once I had about half a pumpkin spice latte in me, I found myself enjoying the gathering. Although I am certainly not the charmer my brother is, I nevertheless had them all very interested in me and what I was saying. I miss being appreciated, so I lapped it up like one of Mulder's little baby cats.
And, actually, chatting with them was a good thing, because it certainly put me in a better mood about the tour. I find I need to clarify some things here, and to add details that I don't find important but the Fish Patrol apparently does.
First, it's only the guitarists, the drummer, and the other keyboard player I seem to have issues with. God himself and I get along quite well; I'm on great terms with the tech and stage crews, and I have a comfortable relationship with all the horns and strings. (In fact, with God's blessing, I have begun recruiting some of them for the Gala.) So, when I'm in the mood to be sociable, I manage to do so quite easily. Still, none of them are quite as interested in the same things that I am, so it's all short-term and superficial. Still, despite the impression I've been giving here that I am a sad and sorry Pet Fish, I'm not nearly as bad off as all that. I'm mostly bored. And I'm mostly missing the Misus. And I'm in desperate need of my new laptop!
Second, the rest of the main band and me have reached a detente. They stopped making their pointed comments once they realised that I wasn't going to respond to them. We tacitly agreed to disagree a week or so ago, and we've been mostly tolerant of each other's presence ever since. Mostly.
Third, and I apologise for not saying anything before now, but as a rule I hate to talk about things before they happen, it seems that Ro-been and myself may very well do a one-off acoustic concert in NYC the end of next month. We had so much fun jamming together in that pub that we really do want to tour together, and have decided to do the one-shot in proof that we could get people to come out to see us both. It will also get us both used to playing our solo work in public. (We're both very nervous about the concept; I think we've both hid behind our groups, even though most of the group work was really our own.)
Fourth, I'm supposed to let everyone know that, yes, I did indeed grow the beard back for the tour. It enhances my mood, you know. Besides, I find I like the look. (I'm sure it won't be allowed to stay once I'm back home… still, I will indeed use all of my persuasive powers (ahem) to let it remain through the winter. Or at least until the Gala.)
Right. That's pretty much it, really. Thanks again to the Denver Fish Patrol for coming out and keeping me company. (And giving me all sorts of cool tsotchkes for my birthday tomorrow.)
It's back to same-old, same-old, yada yada yada rinse and repeat around here. Still, this time next week, I'll have my best girl at my side and I'll be 99.9% done with the tour. We're thinking of spending a couple of days up in San Francisco before returning home. Devi's not actually spent any length of time in the city; since I lived there for nearly two years as a teenager I am a quasi-native guide.
Being with the Misus again is something quite spectacular to look forward to.
So. Right. When I last left you, I was about to go meet a most insistent group of Fish Patrolers. About twenty (!!!!!) in all showed up for the event. We pretty much took over the entire Starbucks. (Don't worry, the store made a good deal of money off all the ladies.) Once I got over the initial shock at the size of the gathering, and once I had about half a pumpkin spice latte in me, I found myself enjoying the gathering. Although I am certainly not the charmer my brother is, I nevertheless had them all very interested in me and what I was saying. I miss being appreciated, so I lapped it up like one of Mulder's little baby cats.
And, actually, chatting with them was a good thing, because it certainly put me in a better mood about the tour. I find I need to clarify some things here, and to add details that I don't find important but the Fish Patrol apparently does.
First, it's only the guitarists, the drummer, and the other keyboard player I seem to have issues with. God himself and I get along quite well; I'm on great terms with the tech and stage crews, and I have a comfortable relationship with all the horns and strings. (In fact, with God's blessing, I have begun recruiting some of them for the Gala.) So, when I'm in the mood to be sociable, I manage to do so quite easily. Still, none of them are quite as interested in the same things that I am, so it's all short-term and superficial. Still, despite the impression I've been giving here that I am a sad and sorry Pet Fish, I'm not nearly as bad off as all that. I'm mostly bored. And I'm mostly missing the Misus. And I'm in desperate need of my new laptop!
Second, the rest of the main band and me have reached a detente. They stopped making their pointed comments once they realised that I wasn't going to respond to them. We tacitly agreed to disagree a week or so ago, and we've been mostly tolerant of each other's presence ever since. Mostly.
Third, and I apologise for not saying anything before now, but as a rule I hate to talk about things before they happen, it seems that Ro-been and myself may very well do a one-off acoustic concert in NYC the end of next month. We had so much fun jamming together in that pub that we really do want to tour together, and have decided to do the one-shot in proof that we could get people to come out to see us both. It will also get us both used to playing our solo work in public. (We're both very nervous about the concept; I think we've both hid behind our groups, even though most of the group work was really our own.)
Fourth, I'm supposed to let everyone know that, yes, I did indeed grow the beard back for the tour. It enhances my mood, you know. Besides, I find I like the look. (I'm sure it won't be allowed to stay once I'm back home… still, I will indeed use all of my persuasive powers (ahem) to let it remain through the winter. Or at least until the Gala.)
Right. That's pretty much it, really. Thanks again to the Denver Fish Patrol for coming out and keeping me company. (And giving me all sorts of cool tsotchkes for my birthday tomorrow.)
It's back to same-old, same-old, yada yada yada rinse and repeat around here. Still, this time next week, I'll have my best girl at my side and I'll be 99.9% done with the tour. We're thinking of spending a couple of days up in San Francisco before returning home. Devi's not actually spent any length of time in the city; since I lived there for nearly two years as a teenager I am a quasi-native guide.
Being with the Misus again is something quite spectacular to look forward to.