We're leaving in 4 days and as I'm trying to get everything done before leaving my house and life for a month it's starting to feel less like a tour and more like a grown up camping trip. Or some sort of Brady Family vacation. For instance I just realized my air mattress pump only works from car lighters which won't do a damn bit of good in a hotel room. I swear I just spent 10 minutes looking at peanut butters in the store. I bought s stain stick, which felt like I'd broken some sort of rock rule of which I was unaware. Perspective is in short supply at the moment.
My greatest fear for this blog is that it will turn into a litany of antiquarian ailments and boring meal descriptions as we obsess over our weakening bodies. Things like: "Chuck moved his bowels 3 times today, everyone breathes a sigh of relief!" Or "Lisa's tumor turned out to be an ingrown hair - LA show is NOT cancelled." You think I'm joking? Match the description to the band member: Weight watchers, hypochondriac, fussy vegetarian w/high cholesterol, gourmand. Christ on a cracker, (which surprisingly has no cholesterol) shoot us if that happens.