You're Dreamy Music Was Awesome

One of the benefits of barely eating/sleeping for a month is weight loss.

Unfortunately, a week of ice cream, sleeping, and homecooked meals puts it all back.

As I sit here at my parents' house in Sanford, NC, I wonder why I'm even writing this, since I always imagine my parents as the only people that read it. Hi mom. Hi dad. Thank you for having us.

I think my dad's entire office was in attendance in Charlotte last Saturday night when we played at Snug Harbor. The employees couldn't have been more rude to us, and the crowd was a bit loud, but we had fun, played as loudly as possible and Kristy finally complained about her "ears bleeding because it's so loud." That moment was far too long in coming. Dylan and I were vindicated for asking the daily question of "you ladies like folk rock?"

Wednesday in Chapel Hill we played at a used book/record store where at night they move all of the tables to the back and have bands play. It was one of the less crowded shows of the tour so far (it was also snowing), but we got to browse books from 1908 after soundcheck and listen to Beat Circus from Boston and Crowmeat Bob from Chapel Hill. The drummer for Crowmeat Bob played all kinds of weird instruments like metal globes with a viola bow. Neat.

Then Friday night in Greenville became an instant highlight of the trip. The venue was a pretty cool wine/beer shop in a strip mall, and we were very skeptical when we pulled in and there was no stage and not much space. The guy behind the counter told us we'd play in the corner and that "some people will show up."

The owner then arrived, and told us that we could drink any beer we wanted -- and as much as we wanted. Also neat. I drank one beer from Farmville NC that was 11% alcohol and tasted exactly how I imagine sewage to taste. I stuck with German beers after that.

By the time we went on at 11, we couldn't believe how many people had showed up -- the owner later told us that it was around 100 people and it was the biggest crowd he'd ever had. Earlier in the week, Kristy actually bought me "Norbit" on DVD, leading to more streams of "Norbit" jokes, which once again went over surprisingly well. Nothing polarizes a crowd like Eddie Murphy as a 400 pound woman. There's also no better feeling than playing music for an hour and having some guy approach you with a big smile on his face after the show, but instead of complimenting the music, he wants to give you a hug because he's finally found someone who appreciated Norbit like he does and "is really pissed off because he's been driving around with a NORBIT poster in his car for the last three months because no one would take it from him, and so he finally threw it out four days ago and is furious that he did because he would've given it to you."

Capping off the evening was a wonderful gift from a woman who had been in the store selling clothing/bags that she designed. The shirts were pretty cool, so I told her that after we played, I'd come back and I'd buy one. I saw her leave while we were playing, so I was kinda bummed that I wouldn't get a shirt.

But as we left the stage, one of the store employees handed me the t-shirt I had been looking at and told me that the girl wanted me to have it. What a nice gift. I asked him if he knew her, so I could give her the $20 for it. He said he didn't know her, but that I could call her. I laughed and told him that of course I didn't have her number, and he told me to check the tag.

On the tag was written

"You're dreamy
music was awesome"

along with her name and phone number. Neat.

Of course Kristy and Dylan insisted that what she meant to write was "Your dreamy music was awesome," but I beg to differ. She had clearly run out of space on the line where she wrote "you're dreamy" and she clearly was too overwhelmed by my dreaminess to use any kind of punctuation. So, ha!