Sunday,a day of rest. We have no show tonight,so we head to a hockey game,and then a very homely lasagna dinner. And,of course,the Walking Dead. We share food,laughs,and the feeling of family extending beyond blood to brothers and sisters brought together by friendliness. A clean house in a peaceful neighborhood,filled with hockey players,good people,and four rocker dudes with tattoos,who are treated no different than anyone else,with hospitality.
Early the next morning,ok,afternoon,we wake up and prepare for our next stop. We recharge our batteries, and take in a few performances on the tele to get the juices flowing again. It's all still in me,and I'm ready to let it out tonight.
We will depart this quiet,unsuspecting neighborhood soon,and everything will be as it was. I cannot say the same for the place we're heading to tonight. We will leave a little imprint of ourselves wherever we go,however small,and the seeds will be planted. That's part of the fun that goes into a tour,knowing that you're growing something. And with determination,it will pan out for better or worse eventually.
You just don't know. This could be the first of many,or the last. But,either way we're making something happen that upsets the natural order,or routines laid out for many, by introducing a new element to a place that has begun to settle. We upset the mold,and bring something new into the fold. We are travelers for now,and the road accepts what we graciously have to offer,new music and cheer for those willing to listen.
