Tour Notes

a palate cleanser; a snack

Tour Notes

1) I want to start a new tradition: When I get home from a tour I’ll get rid of all the clothes I brought on tour. When the tour is done, the clothes are done. I’ll bring them to Goodwill. Put it all in the past and move on. Start fresh.

2) I am allergic to wearing a lanyard.

3) Salt Lake City: The hotel, near the airport, is the kind of hotel where I think I’m going to see a dead body in the elevator when the doors open. But the actual room is not as bad as the public areas and neighborhood led me to think it would be.

4) Todd tells me that during the first part of “Come On Feel The Lemonheads” on the “Ray”/”Come On Feel The…” tour, someone in the crowd yelled “I love you, Evan!” and so then Evan walked off stage. Never returned. Farley was left standing there. Show was over.

Me: That’s awesome! Ha ha ha!

In the past Evan and I bonded over our mutual self-hatred.

5) Seattle: After our set, I go out front to watch Soul Asylum play and I hear an older guy near me shout to his friend, about Pirner: “Motherfucker’s 60 years old! This shit is real!”

6) I’m still nervous around rock stars. Even though Pirner seems the most humble and unpretentious Grammy-winner ever.

7) I was trying to describe what I had bought at Best Buy near the hotel to make me able to use my computer again: “A little square thingy that I plug in like a flash drive, but smaller—with a plastic end and then metal that goes in.”

Todd: A dongle.

Me: What?

T: Dongle.

Me: Ha ha, right. That’s funny.

T: No, it’s called a dongle. That’s what it’s called.

Me: You’re just fucking with me. It’s not called a “dongle.”

He couldn’t convince me he was serious but when I finally looked it up, yep, there it was. “Dongle” is really the thing. The wireless USB wifi adaptor or receiver that the guy told me works with a mouse when your trackpad stops responding to your fingers.

8) I washed some underwear in the sink.

9) I poke my head halfway out of my shell to go onstage and once there I am at once trying to crawl back into my shell.

10) Boulder: On the way to the hotel, in the van, after dark, after a long drive.

Todd, lying down, trying to readjust his body position behind me on the bench seat: They make these benches uncomfortable on purpose! Aaargh.

Me, turning around from the passenger seat to face him with some latent mothering instinct I didn’t know I had: We’re almost there! Look at the stars!

Todd: What?

(We’re all partially deaf.)

Me: Look out the window. There are so many stars. So bright.

Todd: Oh! Yeah.

Dean: What?

Todd: STARS. There are stars.