Then I sat in on soundcheck. Just me, the merch girl and a small handful of HOB employees working on getting the sound right.
Here was a band working on the minutiae to get the sound exactly right for the rest of us. We see the end product. I got to witness the blue collar work of it all. It was my favorite part of the tour.
My friend brought me peanut brittle. I got to squeeze her and her daughter. It was my favorite part of the tour.
I got to drive for six or so hours to the next venue. Not so much my favorite part of the tour.
I showered this afternoon and the accordion was playing again in the next room. Definitely my favorite part of this tour.
I'm liking this a lot more now that I am not alone on the road driving a big monstrosity.
I still miss my wife. More now actually. Because I want to tell her all the things.
Telling her makes this real. I love that.
I want that for you.