For me, the hardest part of touring is the come down, the realization that, holy shit, I’m going to have to buy my own food here soon, generally make my own decisions, and decidedly will not be playing in front of thousands of people every night. Real life, I’ll have assured myself, as an inconvenience befalling others.
The key is defining expectations. The fall for me isn’t a landscape woefully bereft of free cake - it’s a chance to be still, focus on my physical health, and nurture creative worlds outside of this one. It’s an opportunity, gratefully, to fold back into a working musician’s life.
And so, after tomorrow, I’ll trade my Superman cape for Clark Kent glasses, buy a thing that’ll die if I don’t water it, and settle in.