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