The Day Before I Became A Rock Star...
...And what a day it has been. I'm exhausted. I woke up in Lethbridge, now I am at home in good ol' Medicine Hat. Packing up took me longer than I had anticipated -- so did the cleaning -- and I didn't manage to get on the road until 6:00 pm. Strangely enough, I left the university nary a look back. Maybe I just wanted to get "outta there".
When I got into town, it was raining -- but a beautiful rain at that. It was warm, the air was humid, the sun shone through the clouds, and the brightest rainbow that I could ever remember arced its' colors across the grey-blue sky. I must admit, that moving all my belongings inside wasn't all that much fun. In fact, I don't expect to be fully unpacked until mid-next week. Either I'm too busy or too lazy -- it's your call.
Somehow, in the midst of things, I have managed to escape this house for an hour or two to have a beer with a few friends; the celebration of the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one.
So now I am in my room, my drums lay broken on the floor in their cases, awaiting to bless and curse the ears that may listen tomorrow. As I am writing, I am nursing a Grasshöpper, inspiring myself by listening to Led Zeppelin and Counting Crows. This is the first time I have been able to relax all day, perhaps all week.
Tomorrow, we play the Alamo Saloon. I do not recall how busy Wednesday nights are, but my parents said they would show up and bring 20 of their friends. Maybe it won't be so bad of a gig after all.
When I got into town, it was raining -- but a beautiful rain at that. It was warm, the air was humid, the sun shone through the clouds, and the brightest rainbow that I could ever remember arced its' colors across the grey-blue sky. I must admit, that moving all my belongings inside wasn't all that much fun. In fact, I don't expect to be fully unpacked until mid-next week. Either I'm too busy or too lazy -- it's your call.
Somehow, in the midst of things, I have managed to escape this house for an hour or two to have a beer with a few friends; the celebration of the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one.
So now I am in my room, my drums lay broken on the floor in their cases, awaiting to bless and curse the ears that may listen tomorrow. As I am writing, I am nursing a Grasshöpper, inspiring myself by listening to Led Zeppelin and Counting Crows. This is the first time I have been able to relax all day, perhaps all week.
Tomorrow, we play the Alamo Saloon. I do not recall how busy Wednesday nights are, but my parents said they would show up and bring 20 of their friends. Maybe it won't be so bad of a gig after all.
posted by MC at 21:51
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