Fort Comfort
Friday, October 21, 2005
I'm in Chicago, sitting on the floor of my old apartment. I suppose it's weird to be a guest and not a permanent resident. There's, counting myself, three dudes here and we're all online simultaneously. No one is talking; ESPN is on the unwatched television. I'm waiting to head over to the Empty Bottle for my final US show for a while. I've decided to not use my laptop beats for any songs tonight because it makes me nervous and "less loose." We can't have me being so unloose, especially tonight. Bare bones, honest, you like that sort of stuff?
I'm hoping lots of my Chicago friends come out tonight. I really want to say some goodbyes in person. And since I've been living outside of the city and/or on tour for the past few weeks I haven't seen many of them as much as I'd wanted to. That's enough about all of that.
Last night in Cleveland I finally got to spend some time with Rickard from Svenskamusikklubben. He's one of the sweetest guys and thankfully my new booking agent. He's in America for a short bit and was nice enough to make the trek from Detroit to the show. I'll remember a few things about last night: the smell of chicken wings that were being served from the bar (gross), Rickard's experimentation with various Smirnoff flavored malt beverages (awesome to watch, not to drink!), how sweet he and Betty Marie look together (double awesome!) and that I don't ever want to play a club again that serves chicken wings and plays the baseball game in the same room that the music is happening. This was more of a student center, not really a club. Lots of random stuff happening all at once. I sorta played like shit too.
Jeff and I drove back to Chicago after the show. Five and a half hours later we were back in this afore mentioned abode ready for tons of sleep. This little tour proved to be really fun and rewarding. A proper thank you list would be too long and I'd just forget someone really important. So, if we hung out in the last week: you rule and yes, your couch was beyond comfortable and yes, I will have some more coffee.







2 Comments:
1.) this apartment cries itself to sleep now that you're gone
2.) candy ass smirnoff + chicken wing scent tastes great compared to the dangerous scent of beefnuts in best western u.
3.) what'll ya do over the sea without my ridiculous off the cuff comments?
you know the apartment is not weeping its just mountain man in his room. now he expects me to tuck him in.
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