Counting Flowers On The Wall, That Don't Bother Me At All

Today was another day in the misadventures of the ZanZee Band. Yup, this trip has yet to pay off. I woke up this afternoon, looked at my watch which said 12:00 noon, but it took a second for me to realize that I was in a different time zone, and it was actually two hours later. Maybe it was time for me to drag my myself out of bed -- anyway, we were supposed to set up our gear in the club during the afternoon.

I found Dave in his housecoat downstairs, eating "breakfast"; he must have just awoken as well. Right away he told be the bad news: We weren't going to play tonight, and we weren't going to move our equipment into the club until the next day. I was just praying that I could get my hotel room today. If I had to spend another day with a geriatric who had lost his marbles, I would probably end up losing mine as well. It turned out that I didn't have to stay there much longer.

I got into my hotel room by 3:30. Damn nice place -- far, far nicer than the other hotels we've stayed at. I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked into my own room, and I no longer had to be a burden to anyone for the rest of the week.

The next task was to check out Scuttlebutt's, the club we're playing at this week. It's a fairly large room, a mid-sized club, with approximately a capacity of 300. First impressions lead me to believe that this looked like a Hudson's Bay Co. trading post. The heads of all kinds of ungulates are mounted on the walls, vintage skis, beaver pelts, snowshoes, and other artifacts from colonial times complete the theme. Then, if you turned your head to the stage, and the place resembled a rock concert. The stage stands 3.5 feet off the floor -- and is the largest stage I have ever played on. The speakers are suspended from the ceiling, and a huge contingent of lighting will illuminate us tomorrow. 7 QSC amplifiers sit on stage left to power the house system, which, by my estimations is about 12 000 watts. It's gonna be loud.

I drank a few beers while I admired the place, and then left to find some dinner. I went to the lounge beside the pool and had Cajun chicken and Alfredo. It was the best meal I've had in some time. It cost me an arm and a leg, but I wanted to treat myself to something other than my steady diet of hamburgers. Contently stuffed, I returned to the hotel room which I called home, and turned on the Discovery channel. I passed out, and didn't awake until midnight.

I returned to Scuttlebutt's -- why, I don't know since it was empty. I think I stayed for 20 minutes, and promptly returned to my room to watch TV, read, write, and drink coffee. It's now 3:45 am, and I'm still wired, though I've only had 2 cups of java. But, if I don't go to bed soon, I'm going to be just bagged tomorrow, and I have much to do.

Springer's Final Thought: Though I've spent most of today alone, it hasn't bothered me, and I still love my job.