Friday March 12…Washington, DC
The news of the day was that Phil, from the Modey Lemon (fellow label mates and tour-package partners) had severely cut his hand. They would skip our DC show and change around their show line-up. Phil would play keyboard and sing and Jason would do mostly guitar and keyboard. Phil couldn’t play guitar because the injured index finger was stitched, and splinted. I spent large parts of that day exercising and making critical decisions about what clothes, shoes, books, and CDs I wanted in the van for a month. I picked very few clothes and opted for running shoes, a running bra, yoga mat, yoga book, yoga audio cassette, and some resistance bands. I also went to the gym one last time and consulted with a trainer about exercises I could do on the road without putting pressure on my arms, wrists, and hands. I measured out pills, powders, and nutritional supplements.
The show was at the Warehouse Next Door in DC. We were joined by our beloved road-mates GoGoGo Airheart. There were some minor concerns about a small crowd because Trans Am was having their record release party at the Black Cat that night. We all met up at the Warehouse around 10pm. Erick and I were fighting about something...oh, I remember: About me driving him to the show as always, and not giving him enough notice that we were leaving. We found Hash, Mike, and Andy from GoGoGo and hung out in the back of the Warehouse. Mike and I talked about his fond memories of his early years watching the Sopranos and falling in love with the characters, while eating cheese and drinking wine.
GoGoGo played an awesome set. The crowd ended up being great. Lots of fans: Young, old, urban, suburban. When we played, I was struck by the volume of these loud man-fans in the front row screaming my name over and over. Eventually when I looked at them, I recognized my brother and his friend who were totally trashed and raging like bull dogs. After the show, they wanted to beat up my friends. My brother is 3 years younger than me, married to a wonderful woman, owns a house, a fancy car, and makes about 9 times as much money as me. He was a lacrosse player.
After the show, I considered the notion that my neck might be permanently damaged.
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