for miles and miles!
3:18 PM
today we've seen alot of strange things. lots of adult video stores. lots of antique shops. the nipple convalescence home. a replica statue of liberty out atop a semi-island in the pennsylvania canal. the pennsylvania canal. some crazy-looking crazies.
we're driving to maryland. the four of us (minus our beloved beat-maker eddie, who's only doing certain legs of the tour) consolidated into one car, which was tricky. our pittsburgh show was awesome -- lots of good friends & singing along & good paninis. i keep checking the sunroof to make sure the storage device hasn't fallen off. joe's teaching himself how to solo on the ukulele in the back seat. earlier (today? yesterday? the car days blend in) he read us the tao of pooh. so pittsburgh was great. we stayed with dan & joyce in their awesome house, which included walls with monsters painted on them and a lovely (mean?) all-white cat called zebracakes. of course we had lots of good beer and lots of good friend times and lots of productivity. the show was really fun; i'm hoping to upload the tracks sometime soon, probably once i edit them & actually have some time on the internet. not having a plug in the car is frustrating, because there's only so much you can do. anyway, our day off in pittsburgh was also awesome (that was the productive one) and the next morning we hit the road to williamsport. that was yesterday. we're driving past baby llamas! llama, billygoat, and sheep farm on the right! anyway. before leaving for williamsport, we'd had a scare since i? andrew? any number of us? had left the gear bag at club cafe, which included my tambourine (so important!), new microphone & old microphones, cables, and recording device. when i realized it the next day, i had a 20 minute period where andrew drove to the club to check and i sat in the upstairs of the house rocking back and forth trying not to panic. we got the bag the back, but the tambourine was lost for good. SO, since we got to williamsport a bit early, we bought a new one, which was cooler than the old one anyways, and then loaded into the club where they gave us free beer & well liquor, which was well appreciated by all. we ate our delicious free dinners & played three suits of polish rummy but it was making everyone cranky (just because they're sore losers) so we started setting up instead of continuing the game. andrew just drove on the rumble strip (we're stuck in TRAAAAFFIC) because he "just wanted to add some excitement to the trip." turns out the traffic was a huge accident. everyone rubbernecking. so the williamsport show itself was kind of quiet and small, which was fine by us. emily was aggressive towards the crowd and only played a half-hour set which she gave up on after our failed attempt at rehab. during our set the guys at the bar kept yelling "freebird" & we ended up playing songs we didn't know & jazz tunes to appease the crowd instead of ending at an hour. that only lasted for about eight minutes until i got fed up with sounding bad and decided it was time to call it a night. in retrospect we didn't sound that bad, but the same people who kept asking us to play weren't paying any attention when we did play, so i was fine giving up with it. we packed up & headed out after a weep-fest on my part, and stopped at a sheetz (while looking for a motel) which proved to be the mecca of all gas stations. being a pennsylvanian, i'd experienced it many times before, but emily was thoroughly impressed. i got a milkshake. we finally pulled into a super8 somewhere between williamsport and harrisburg. we missed the free breakfast this morning because we woke up after 10, but i was completely alright with that. while we all got ready we watched a children's claymation show about a blue dragon who learned how to yodel. i got really into it. once we'd gotten on the road this morning we started seeing all the interesting, crazy, mostly amish-associated things; the drive has actually been really beautiful - lots of hills and trees and water. andrew just suggested that we call it the old american tour. i don't think that completely covers it, since we started in chicago, but chicago is also not east of the mississippi, so we don't exactly have a truthful title as of yet. we're 17 miles from baltimore, who knows how many miles from leonardtown, and i've just finished my sheetz (yes! the second time in two days!) decaf latte. emily is asleep, joe is reading, and i think i'm going to rest my eyes & zone out to some ella fitzgerald live in berlin, which is one of my all-time top 10 records. it seems to fit the mood.
6:38 pm, leonardtown, maryland: is it weird to feel that we're riding through the dust trail of steve goldberg's last tour?
today we've seen alot of strange things. lots of adult video stores. lots of antique shops. the nipple convalescence home. a replica statue of liberty out atop a semi-island in the pennsylvania canal. the pennsylvania canal. some crazy-looking crazies.
we're driving to maryland. the four of us (minus our beloved beat-maker eddie, who's only doing certain legs of the tour) consolidated into one car, which was tricky. our pittsburgh show was awesome -- lots of good friends & singing along & good paninis. i keep checking the sunroof to make sure the storage device hasn't fallen off. joe's teaching himself how to solo on the ukulele in the back seat. earlier (today? yesterday? the car days blend in) he read us the tao of pooh. so pittsburgh was great. we stayed with dan & joyce in their awesome house, which included walls with monsters painted on them and a lovely (mean?) all-white cat called zebracakes. of course we had lots of good beer and lots of good friend times and lots of productivity. the show was really fun; i'm hoping to upload the tracks sometime soon, probably once i edit them & actually have some time on the internet. not having a plug in the car is frustrating, because there's only so much you can do. anyway, our day off in pittsburgh was also awesome (that was the productive one) and the next morning we hit the road to williamsport. that was yesterday. we're driving past baby llamas! llama, billygoat, and sheep farm on the right! anyway. before leaving for williamsport, we'd had a scare since i? andrew? any number of us? had left the gear bag at club cafe, which included my tambourine (so important!), new microphone & old microphones, cables, and recording device. when i realized it the next day, i had a 20 minute period where andrew drove to the club to check and i sat in the upstairs of the house rocking back and forth trying not to panic. we got the bag the back, but the tambourine was lost for good. SO, since we got to williamsport a bit early, we bought a new one, which was cooler than the old one anyways, and then loaded into the club where they gave us free beer & well liquor, which was well appreciated by all. we ate our delicious free dinners & played three suits of polish rummy but it was making everyone cranky (just because they're sore losers) so we started setting up instead of continuing the game. andrew just drove on the rumble strip (we're stuck in TRAAAAFFIC) because he "just wanted to add some excitement to the trip." turns out the traffic was a huge accident. everyone rubbernecking. so the williamsport show itself was kind of quiet and small, which was fine by us. emily was aggressive towards the crowd and only played a half-hour set which she gave up on after our failed attempt at rehab. during our set the guys at the bar kept yelling "freebird" & we ended up playing songs we didn't know & jazz tunes to appease the crowd instead of ending at an hour. that only lasted for about eight minutes until i got fed up with sounding bad and decided it was time to call it a night. in retrospect we didn't sound that bad, but the same people who kept asking us to play weren't paying any attention when we did play, so i was fine giving up with it. we packed up & headed out after a weep-fest on my part, and stopped at a sheetz (while looking for a motel) which proved to be the mecca of all gas stations. being a pennsylvanian, i'd experienced it many times before, but emily was thoroughly impressed. i got a milkshake. we finally pulled into a super8 somewhere between williamsport and harrisburg. we missed the free breakfast this morning because we woke up after 10, but i was completely alright with that. while we all got ready we watched a children's claymation show about a blue dragon who learned how to yodel. i got really into it. once we'd gotten on the road this morning we started seeing all the interesting, crazy, mostly amish-associated things; the drive has actually been really beautiful - lots of hills and trees and water. andrew just suggested that we call it the old american tour. i don't think that completely covers it, since we started in chicago, but chicago is also not east of the mississippi, so we don't exactly have a truthful title as of yet. we're 17 miles from baltimore, who knows how many miles from leonardtown, and i've just finished my sheetz (yes! the second time in two days!) decaf latte. emily is asleep, joe is reading, and i think i'm going to rest my eyes & zone out to some ella fitzgerald live in berlin, which is one of my all-time top 10 records. it seems to fit the mood.
6:38 pm, leonardtown, maryland: is it weird to feel that we're riding through the dust trail of steve goldberg's last tour?
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