Archive for June, 2006

leaving on a jet plane

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

Friday June 23–New York
I get to fly home, which is unfair but logistically necessary. The fact is, I am a bit jealous of what the boys will do without me–shocking. I figured I’d be waving and cackling, “Suckers!!!” as they dropped me off at JFK.
My last pre-departure event, marking the threshold between tour and my […]

im going back to new york city, i do believe i’ve had enough

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

Thursday June 22–New York
Have you ever noticed that when you have to pee badly, it gets ten times worse right as the bathroom is in reach? Then the key sticks in the front door lock, just to amplify the panic? That is how I feel.
I’m not sure whether to be distraught that my voice […]

Just a band and its will to surviiiiiiiive

Friday, June 23rd, 2006

Wednesday June 21–Philadelphia
My throat starts hurting first thing. It feels familiar, as if I’ve been waiting for this all along. Only two more shows to go; hopefully, I can limp it home like an ailing car, block by block.
I nap in the hotel while the boys go in pursuit of a famous cheese steak. […]

Hot Shit

Wednesday, June 21st, 2006

Tuesday June 20–Buffalo/NY Day off
Buffalo to New York is longer than I think, but once we emerge from the Holland Tunnel, the city lights are energizing. Nick is the most competent driver I’ve ever met, swerving expertly and narrowly missing cab after cab. We pull in front of his old apartment around 9 o’clock and […]

Buffalo Soldiers

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Monday June 19–Buffalo
We hit Tim Hortons one more time on the way out of Canada. The landscape at the border is unbelievably beautiful, eerie with inlets and small forested islands. Crossing the border makes us very nervous, and as we’re driving away I can’t find our IDs. I pull over panicked and Nick and I […]

Les Francofolies

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Sunday June 18–Montreal
We have the day off, and fully intend to take advantage of an opportunity to do Francophone record shopping. But first Andrew makes us breakfast, as if having three virtual strangers and all their gear strewn about was an insufficient act of generosity. We hit three stores and find a jackpot. Tons of […]

Jolie Laide

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Saturday June 17–Montreal
I am obsessed with Tim Hortons, so I force us to walk around looking for one. We fail, and finally settle on Starbucks. Mike spills his coffee as we’re loading the car so we get to stop at Tim Hortons anyway. Well, I was the one who set it on the amp. . […]

Played it ’til my fingers bled

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

Friday June 16–Toronto
This tour is profoundly altering my sense of the universe. It seems there is a great cosmic equalizer at work, and thus nothing is ever totally shitty, nor totally good. It may be the first time in my life I, an Olympic-level bitcher, am fighting the urge to put a “good” or “bad” […]

Canada: It Kills

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Thursday June 15–Hamilton, Ontario
We wake after four hours of sleep, faced with an eight-hour drive and the unpredictable task of crossing the Canadian Border for our show in Hamilton, Ontario.
Over the border, we note how much less sinister it seems here. Like if we totally went crazy–drove off the road and ran naked through the […]

Bad Math

Friday, June 16th, 2006

Wednesday June 14–Chicago
Having grown up in Nebraska, where the whole world is a far drive, we think we’re driving badasses, so we’ve scheduled this tour with some sizable day to day distances. St. Paul to Chicago seems manageable, about 7 hours, but then again, we never get to bed before two AM, and I have […]

Road Head

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

Tuesday June 13–St. Paul
It takes us forever to get out of town, predictably. I realize I’ve lost my sweatshirt and my jeans, two essential items. My brother Mike is leaving to move to San Francisco this morning, in order to do a film internship, so farewells abound. My dad helps us strap the luggage carrier […]

She’s my Cherry Pie

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

Monday June 12–Omaha
Yesterday, a day off, we lay around our mom’s house. I took an hour long bath, shaved my legs, exfoliated. Did laundry, which gave me a great deal of pleasure, since I am a self-professed laundry pervert; it thrills me, really.
The boys are apoplectic about the US Soccer Team’s performance—they’re nearly hoarse […]

No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

Sunday, June 11–Western Nebraska
I open my eyes and it’s light out. Check the clock, 5:30. On cue, the cop cruises by, pauses, and for some reason keeps going. We’re pulling out right as he circles back around. Communion missed.
We have eight hours of driving to do. We’ve driven ten hours each of the last two […]

The Long and Winding Road

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

Saturday, June 10–Denver
We go to Bella’s, which is, in fact, a “Gentlemen’s” club that also serves espresso. It seems likely that, at some point during the day, one can see naked women and drink espresso at the same time, as the latte, priced at $4, obviously includes some sort of vice tax. A memorabilia case […]

Wild Wild West

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

Friday, June 9 (part 2)–Nevada
A couple of hours outside of San Francisco, I make a bunch of phone calls and keep telling everyone, “Nevada, I’m in Nevada!!” in the same incredulous inflection people use when they utter the word “Nebraska,” my home state. Just another example of what pop psychologists call the cycle of […]

San Francisco’s Siren Song

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Friday, June 9–San Francisco
We just left San Francisco, which was, all things considered, a coup.
In times like this, I realize I have a birth defect called “high strung personality” and that this quality is in painful and direct opposition to the necessary attitude for tour. To wit: An interviewer calls this morning (before I’ve ingested […]

Nick Can’t Drive 55

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Thursday, June 8–Oregon
On the way out of town we see a giant Caveman statue and we exchange looks. Nick promptly heads right for it, intuitively, as if we’ve been on Caveman quest all along. At the base of the Caveman, a plaque explains that Grants Pass is famous for a “booster group” from the 1920s […]

And…liftoff

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Wed. June 7th–Heading South
Early in the drive we pass the 45th parallel, the halfway point between the North Pole and the Equator. Perhaps that explains the Oregonian penchant for equanimity. A couple of hours later we pass a yellowed billboard that screams “Big Mac Attack!” and Nick points out that the slogan hasn’t been in […]

California dreamin…

Wednesday, June 7th, 2006

Wednesday June 7–At Home
Packing always makes me hysterical. I’m trying not to get hysterical, but I can feel it bubbling up. Nick is trying to calm me down with Dwight Twilley Band. I wish we could bring Smolli the Beagle on tour, but there’s nowhere for her to sit. And she doesn’t really like […]

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