what to say about my week-long adventure with um...
it was like walking into a party where you are the
guest of honor
but no one informed you...
all the nicest people are there,
(about two thousand of them each night)
and they have this incredible band playing
which can only be described as
an ADD Jam Band on steroids,
(strange powerful of-the-moment improvisations
quickly intercut with odd time signature outbursts
hard on the heels of a perfectly executed classic beatle song!
followed by an irish jig?)
and then you realize you're on stage with them!
and the energy of two thousand 20-year-old kids
(the equivalent of 8,000 five-year-olds)
screaming at you!
most of the kids had at best a vague idea or none
as to who the strange older guy with the glowing tangerine
guitar was and fewer still had any idea of his history (yawn...)
but nonetheless I played for them and they screamed back
an explosion of appreciative frenzy.
next thing I knew I was on a tour bus full of the same people
drinking joking smoking eating playing loud music
through a volcano of some sort.
and this movable feast lasted into the night until the next city.
12 men in a bus.
the um production team (kevin, adam, bob, robbie, don, vince)
made the perfect compliment to the band.
as though they all went to school at notre dame or something.
hey wait...they did!
that would explain the biggest of the four nights:
Saint Paddy's Day in South Bend, Indiana.
home of the Fighting Irish!
by that point I felt like an old comfortable shoe
with jake, joel, kris, andy, brendan, and ryan:
such cool people, like a coca cola with lots of ice.
and terrific players.
then an aftershow bash just in time to meet
their fathers mothers grandparents uncles girlfriends college buddies,
and two old carpet salesmen who just happened to wander in.
what a beautiful thing it was!
let's do it some more.