That tiny little gap.

And it went a little something like this..

Crossing over into MD again, it was a picture perfect afternoon. 

And my last with this band. 

The plain truth is this. They needed a really seasoned pro who had been at a much higher level than where I have been operating from for the last 10 years. I simply didn't know how to operate on this level. Hard to say it. Absolutely. But I was not serving them. I busted my ass but they needed a Tour Manager Supreme .. Not a lower level decent tour manager like me. 

I am disappointed I couldn't get it right as fast as would have been needed to stay on.. But I have been trying to catch up since I signed on. Great experience. Great band, and no hard feelings. More of a sense of disappointment as we all liked each other. 

Off to nuzzle in the fur of my cat Marvin while I process this.  Gotta look forward to what I can do to make my skills wen better. 

I did the best I possibly could with the skills I have. And I wanted it bad. But I guess I wasn't ready. Fuck ...

Hopefully I will get to keep growing as a tour manager and have opportunities to  do bigger tours. But for right now I will look to this beautiful morning in Bethesda and be grateful for the opportunity I was given to work with this kickass band. And they do kickass. 


Change in plans.


In and out. NYC was a really good show and my pal Amanda Ruzza hauled over to see me. Loved Iridium and all the staff, stellar sound, and good food. I did not partake in late night pizza. Today is the Boston area. Tearful reunion with my very dear friend Carlyn. It's gonna be an asskicker of a day. The schedule will get screwed up and we will all get to drop back and punt.


Iridium NYC.

Woodrow Wilson rest stop on the way to NYC. Always reminds me of Trina Susan and Jane. Hit the ground running and make every second count today. It's a stressy one!


After a bit of traffuck.. And then some more traffuck we are just outside of Quantico. We still have to get south of Baltimore but the long travel day has an end in sight in a couple hours. We are 11 hours into our drive. What's another couple hours?


Made up for the super rough night in St Pete. Gainesville felt magical and sweet. Janiva had the crowd hanging on every word.. It was a really great crew at the venue too. All around a stellar evening that took the sting out of the night before. What a roller coaster ride! Now it's a 1000 plus mile drive to NYC. Stopping just north of Baltimore to slumber then roll into the city for a 3pm load in at Iridium. Today feels like I have the focus and things are getting done. One day at a time is all I've got.


I. Hate. Walmart.

I have no idea why people shop there. This band new band I am traveling with loves Walmart. And after a gig when we have a 13 hr drive, Walmart is even less appealing. Do ya feel me?

Rough night with sound guys and even a bar fight! Oh Florida.. This was a learning curve night for sure. Put your big girl panties on and step up. I learned that being nice is not going to get things right all the time. And if I am gonna work for my artist the best way possible, then sometimes I gotta go after 'em. No, I wasn't in the bar fight.


Where's Waldo? Apparently just outside of Gainsville. And there are giant adirondack chairs to prove it.

So much happening.

So much learning, doing, some screwing up, and just being totally immersed in what is happening over here. It's intense, I love it, I am challenged each day to learn more, remember more, think things through better and then some. 

I have also earned the title of The Worst Driver They Ever Had. I flew through an intersection going over the speed limit and sadly it was a bit of a whoopdeedoowavy road so we went air borne. Needless to say I upset the folks in the van greatly. My shame and disappointment in myself was immediate and even though it happened 3 days ago the title of The Worst got bestowed upon me this morning. Gotta be respectful. Gotta take care of the precious human cargo. That is a huge part of working with folks. 

Yesterday had a sweaty but good show in Hinesville GA. Now we are on our way back down to Florida for 2 days then... Gainsville FL to NYC. Will get to see my pal Carlyn a day after NYC in Cambridge, and that will be stellar. Miss my Plymouth peeps. 

And then there is this. The coffee that weasels in Viet Nam pooped out and someone roasted it.  No, I couldn't bring myself to drink it. But the beans smelled chocolatey and not poopy at all. Call me a big baby. I just couldn't do it.