Decadence Beyond Measure

Another great thing about living in Nashville’s you’re guaranteed a night in your own bed about halfway through a long tour. It does wonders for the soul, and given how many horrified responses I received after my tour showers post, you’ll be happy knowing I took several real showers today, with actual water and everything. Decadence beyond measure.

As I’m writing this in my living room, excited to continue the tour and with bus call a few hours away, I’m thinking about the zero to one hundred back to zero energetic rollercoaster we touring musicians know well, and how vital it is carrying the positive momentum from a successful tour over into civilian life. At the end of every run, there’s the classic holy shit moment of wait, hold on, is this it? Benmont Tench, keyboardist for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, said he came off every tour convinced they’d never work again, and if freaking Benmont Tench felt that way then I don’t begrudge myself a spot of self-indulgence. 

It’s important trusting the good mojo we’re putting out there will pull equally neat whatnots and weirdos into our orbit, and in this spirit I’m focusing on staying present and celebrating an awesome tour, confidant that, on balance, I’m not assing the whole thing up, and next moves will reveal themselves in time.