November 15, 2009

At various points in my life i have kept a kind of journal or running record of thoughts, philosophies, questions, insights, details and goings ons. But in the past few years i’ve barely taken the time to write down anything, except for occasional bloggings, twitterings or random letters. Tonight i am holed up in a hotel in Philadelphia… It’s sunday night and i am haggard. My crew is on the tour bus headed for Mississippi, and i am here for 2 or 3 days to sleep as much as possible. Last week smashed, we played to sold out off the hook crowds in Boston, DC, New York, and Philly… all 4 venues were packed to the gills and the energy of the people was extremely intense, yet super positive and inspiring. What stands out to me though is how natural, comfortable, even matter-of-fact each event was. While technical issues always abound, and with a road crew that is working tirelessly, each night had an automatic flow, kind of like it happened exactly as i expected or something. Not that it is boring or unimportant. But it was just that… i want to say this without any negative conotation: it didn’t