Hey.
Load it up, drive it, park it, unload it, set it up, test it, bang it. talk about it. Slam it.Give props, thank folks, cut it off, hug and kiss, be thankful people came to actually listen, split moneys, break it down, walk it out, load it up, drive it to load it up, and unload it and appreciate the night.
Had to park my van on the side street. 15 minutes until we start… Went out to discuss with myself shirt or T shirt and here’s this old guy holding on to signpost next to my van and like if he isn’t he flies off into space. I’m coming… But then I realize about 5 or 6 locals who know, and the one girl says “Eddie? If we drive you home, you won’t throw up in the car will you?” I think they’ve saved this guy at least one other time. Fucking Saints. Saints. This boy would not have made it 20 yards until he spun into space. Saints.
Meanwhile later at the Bat Cave….
Fat woman attacked my bass player in slow motion….If she got him close to the boat he would have been gaffed…….2 different guys tried to pick up my wife. Some crazy blonde 25 years younger than me was shaking and a shimmying……RIGHT. THERE. Some people actually threw money that was foldable… I did not drink quite enough.
They want us back. Finally. Crazy as me.