Day 5: Day off in Boston

They say days off on tour are one of the 1000 paper cuts that can kill the beast.  But it’s monday.   It’s Boston.  Mondays are a musician’s saturday: chances are you’re not playing that night.  And the sundays are fridays: you might have to work, but it’s still the weekend because tomorrow is saturday.  

Hit the morning with some granola, fresh drip coffee, and a little “office” time (did you email those lyrics to samantha? should we call that new song “smiling” or “change A?”  What does “Change A” mean?  Oh shit we gotta make sure those download cards got sent to sam . . . ).  The grand finale of “office time” was me trying to learn how to put this blog on our website and include pictures+videos.  An extremely frustrating tutorial that included inabilities to import pictures from cameras, not having the right cables for the video camera, being unable to rotate pictures, learning basic HTML, myspace crashing safari, GAAH!  

 

 

The center snaps the laptop to the quarterback, its a GREAT snap, the QB confidently grabs it out of the air and places it’s corner to the grass, the kicker (Tyler) is already one step away, right leg cocked, ready to send this laptop into the atmosphere -- 

 

Mike: Hey Tyler, you want to come see an Imax movie at the science museum?

 

“Umm . . . yeah.  Ok. ” (Stupid computer)

 

That movie was called, “adrenaline” a feature about skydiving, jumping off mountains, and a 6-year-old’s first day of school (somehow they fit that one in there).  Experiencing the first day of kindergarten in full 360 degree sight and sound is a truly awe-inspiring entertainment experience not for the faint of heart.  Though I would love to skydive, i wonder how much it costs.  Maybe i could do that instead of driving to a gig -- at least it would have some practical application.  

 

End movie, negotiate some more museum attractions, walk back to the homestead.

 

Ok you damned computer, there’s only room enough for one of us in this town . . . 

 

. . . one hour later . . . 

 

aaaaahhhhh THAT’s how you do it.  I now know how to live my life through a computer.  What’s next for the record button?  FACEBOOK?!  

 

Nope, but there’s  PIZZA!  Really GOOD PIZZA!  

 

Now begin the post-dinner aimless hang.  A few friends come over, no plan, no objective, just the elements: tequila, oysters, IPA, youtube, and chin-ups.  

 

 

End the night with a midnight excursion to a local jazz club called, “the bee hive.”  Cool underground bar with lots of art to ponder — what does that make you think of--GO:

Umm, a train billowing out smokey labia rings?  

 

Next.  

 

*Weekend fun fact: a thumb is a hand leg.  

 

Love, the [record] button

Day 4: Boston

A beautiful morning (aka noon -- 4pm) at the carpenter family residence. Words can’t describe the beauty of this house nor the love that it contains.

One thing we always look forward to when coming to boston is the cannolis at Mike’s. ANYONE thinking about investing in the cannoli industry — this is the cannoli of the future. Imagine looking through the glass at 100’s of fresh, hand-made ‘nnoli’s in 20 varieties. It’s . . . perfect.

A day 4 mini-highlight: the paul mccartney and michael jackson music video for “say say say” i wish i could meet the people who wrote that script . . . i wonder if they live in a bathtub of jello tequila.

Follow that with a post-thanksgiving thanksgiving dinner — good god.

DAMN IT GETS DARK EARLY, how is it only 4:30??

Load the bus after dinner, get to the club (Johnny D’s), load in during their local blues jam. They have a half barrel of grease for us! (“um, someone called and asked if we could save some of our throw-out grease for a bus . . . )

A lot of great friends showed up for the show, and a good crowd in general thanks to our beloved street team and a great article in the local paper.

Staff was incredibly nice, and how about kevin doing the splits 20 times during clubbing?

Good pre-game and post-game talk on the bus (dude, could you try that beat on the other snare? hey dave, can we get more of tyler in the monitor for the 3rd verse of all i do? MYF bridge is in a 4 measure phrase, lets wait till measure 7 for introductions, oh man i love that feedback delay loop in the break of lost in a day… holy $#! michelle and mike killed it tonight!!).

Someday we hope to have a show where everything can go wrong and no one in the audience will know . . . i guess we’ll have to have a few more of those shows to get some good practice. Is there a book about playing legendary drum solos in the face of screaming feedback?

End the night with the discovery of a pizza box to the right of the stage, filled with cookies, with a note saying:

Dear, My Dear, My Dear Disco,

we’ve baked no less than 3

class I narcotics into these

cookies. Can you tell which ones?

Just kidding, the only ingredient

was love.

Sincerely,

Miguel and Marilyn

. . .

Thank you!!

(and another point for the karma team)

Sincerely, the [record] button