Fiona Who?
Day Two.
Disaster has struck.
Not really. But I've always wanted to say that. Disaster has yet to strike- knock on wood. Semi-related: I recently saw a tweet claiming that the chorus to The Mighty Mighty Bosstones' breakout hit "The Impression That I Get” is written as "I never had to, knock on wood.” Note the comma. The song's unnamed narrator is saying that- knock on wood- he never had to do something. So he actually does knock on wood several times throughout the course of the song. PUNCUATION MATTERS, PEOPLE.
Also, this tour is awesome. So far we're batting 1.000 for shows that were fun to play. Sample matters almost as much as punctuation, but I've got a feeling that- knock on wood- we're going to keep our AVG pretty high.
We're in Park City, UT now. From what I've seen*, the town is charming in the way that I tend to find most mountain resort towns charming. There's an almost standardized architecture in this type of place- wood exteriors, tall, thin buildings with pointed roofs nestled close together, enclosing a winding of streets and pedestrian thoroughfares. I know it's an affectation designed to gull tourists like me into thinking words like "quaint” and "rustic” and "very European," but damned if it doesn't get me every time.
*: I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but despite the amount of traveling we do, we don't always have the chance to really explore cities. Oftentimes my perception of a locale is based entirely on what can be found inside a quarter-mile radius around the venue.
The slopes and rooftops here are painted with snow, which is exciting when you've spent the last twelve years living in a place that gets an average of .003 inches of snowfall per year. We'll be playing outside tonight, so that could present an extra challenge factor, particularly for those of us whose instruments are susceptible to extreme temperature (which is pretty much all of us I think). But still, you can't argue with the backdrop.
So I can't tell if I'm going to do one of these every day. After all this talk of wood-knocking, I think I'm just afraid to say it out loud, like all of a sudden that'll put some pressure on me and I'll grow to resent it over the three-week span of this adventure. Plus, sometimes it's hard to find the internet on tour. So forget I said anything. This will be my last entry. DISASTER HAS STRUCK
Also, I couldn't find a way to work this into all of the previous entry's navel-gazing, but oh my goodness PJ Howard. What a gentleman. Beautiful soul, incredible work ethic, great pocket. Tremendous. For those of you unaware of what I'm talking about, Andrew had a minor medical issue which forced him to skip JamCruise, so we borrowed our good friend PJ from The Heard to fill in on drums, and I just want to take this moment to say thank you to Mr. Howard for taking the time, putting forth the effort, and being a human ray of sunshine.
That's all for today. See you tomorrow. Maybe.
