The sky on the way to Indianapolis from Bloomington this morning looked like pink striated muscle. And fog covered all the soybean fields along the way. It’s kinda funny how often we have to wake up at 5AM to get where we need to go on tour. I wouldn’t dare complain about it because the work at the other end of the travel tunnel is… well, you know what it is.
I do make stupid decisions when I’ve had three hours of sleep, though. This time, another Blender Bottle left behind in a hotel room. And I decided to gate-check the acoustic guitar I’m carrying, why? They’re gonna give me grief for having three items. (The cymbal bag on my back is impossible to miss. I’m like a plush turtle.) It’ll be fine.
In Europe, where Case Oats was on tour a few weeks ago, the airport food is priced like any other food. At most airports in the US, the worst breakfast burrito you’ve ever had is $24. I won’t complain about the sleep deprivation but I’ll complain about that. Rent for restaurants in airports must be real steep, for them to charge over twenty bucks for a Sysco flour tortilla with powdered eggs in it.
Casey and I are on our way to open for SG Goodman in Baltimore, Pittsburgh, and Lancaster. We’re playing duo style with acoustic guitars. I’m so grateful to SG for asking us. She’s also been one of the biggest champions of Casey’s record.
We’ll miss the full band, but I’m looking forward to fewer moving parts. Two of us in a minivan. Hotels not apartments. Walking to venues. I may be sleep-drunk but the sun’s coming up.