Numbers thirteen and one

There's been only a few shows I've ever played in my various formations that equaled the, on one hand trainwreck, and on the other super motivating and surreal experience that happened this weekend in Champaign. I don't think I looked at the crowd once Saturday night. I wanted to but I was having a hard enough time dealing with the rollercoaster of highs and lows that was bouncing around my head. It felt right; it felt wrong. And when the monitors emitted nothing but a clipped fuzz that was supposed to be my guitar I unplugged and ditched the entire idea of a microphone or an electronic beat or an amplified guitar and spilled my guts sans PA system. It's not the first time I've wanted to do this and I hope it's not the last time it happens.

Before the show I walked around Champaign-Urbana. The Fazoli's where I worked one summer (worst job of my life, possibly) was turned into a Chinese restaurant and I walked really far to get a Jimmy Johns veggie sandwich not knowing there was a way closer location, worth it though. I suppose the campus is as pretty as ever though and a nice change from my usual city environ. Before the show I met up with Larissa for a couple cocktails and some good conversation. She's been added to my list of far-out dudes.

The drive to and fro Champaign was shared with The Like Young in their new transport, very comfy! It was great getting to spend some time with them both and chat about the new and old. Based on their set, their new album is going to be killer. See them when you get a chance. Right about now I'm gonna go peep their release of covers on Tight Ship.

Stay tuned for news from the commute. Back in the suburbs for a two week stretch, then stuff starts to get really interesting.