Closing Time

Show 49 of 49! Our tour manager, Ryan “Bear” Drozd, is siting across from me, his soon to be fixed knee elevated on the coffee table, mumbling over and over that, wait, this tour’s finsihed? How’d that happen? I see color returning to his face as he realizes this is the last day of forwarding the wifi password to spoiled band guys, and if his knee didn’t need fixing I imagine he’d do what I plan on doing post show - cartwheeling out of the venue and exuberantly high-fiving TSA agents en route to a stationary, non-coffin sized bed. 

We’ve all been doing this a long time, so there won’t be much fanfare. The show will be great, we’ll hug each other good bye, and that’ll be that until the next one. We’ve been through so much together, and I know each person in this band and crew would get on the first plane if I asked, and I’d do the same for them.

So here I am - one more bowl of noodles with friends, one more pre-show warm up, followed by one more smiley throwdown before, well, I haven’t figured that part out yet. But to quote one of the great songs of the late 90’s, “you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” 

It’s been a good tour. Thank you.