Grabbing a quick minute to tap this into existence before running the set one last time. We hop on the bus tomorrow and commence our two day trek up to Portland OR, where wooks shall be danced with, old friends hugged, and this rocket ship of a tour’s officially launched.

I think we’re ready. There’s always the nervous compulsion to run over that one part a dozen more times, or make sure I hit my lighting cue just so, and my younger self would’ve happily descended into a masochistic OCD hellscape - mercifully, the cultured swine writing this with his feet up in the SoCal sun knows it’s all about trusting the chemistry, taking a celebratory shot of the good stuff, and merrily hanging on for dear life.

Ok, back to work. This tour’s gonna be special.