By the way, I bloody well ought to document THIS triumph. Heather's stick-shift driving is now getting really really good... she gets to drive for the rest of the Trip! WHEEE!!
Oh, and Heather says if I eat my own eyelashes, my wishes turn to crap. I think that's bullshit.
Sept. 7th, 2003.
We DO have a budget - an estimate based on cost of Living, and insurance and car stuff and maybe even some food here and there - making $40 or so a night. And we know sometimes we'll make less (especially at the beginning) and some nights (one so far, hopefully many more) we make more. Nights where there's a bloody $4 minimum for each person take a cut out of that...
Tonight we're at the Internet Cafe in Red Bank, New Jersey. The city itself is busily blowing my mind. It's beautiful, has a great flavour to it. We arrived in the midst of a town fair of some sort. Music in the streets - and about forty billion different flavours of smoothie. I introduced Heather to the WONDER that is French crepes. Watching the guy flip the fresh batter, slicing bananas and slipping them slipping down the knife onto the ... er... thingie.
We walked down by the docks, watching jailbait and more legitimate looking children finding the beauty of jellyfish down in the water. A rainbow graced the sky as we wandered. Gorgeous sky. Nicest I've seen in a long time. Strangely enough, I actually miss the water - a holdover from my Love of Living near Annapolis, I suppose.
I'm eager to see if the rainbow photographed well. We stopped at toy shops and pet shops. Photographed puppies and the KING PRAWN!!!
Unfortunately, as I write this I left my camera cable in the car, and can't upload the .jpgs - I'll have to add them later.
Anywho - playing at the Internet Cafe. I think, perhaps, they don't know what to make of us. Now, admittably, I tend to always feel better after we're done and some people come up to us and give us their Love and affection - we've at least made back the cover. But the place has the atmosphere of an after-school computer lab. Invariably, when we ask the audience "fast or slow?" they ALWAYS say fast. This audience definately wanted slow, and I think I totally misjudged by pressing the issue till someone asked for "a song your normally play slow, but play it fast!". BCM v 2.0 it was, which ... didn't go so hot.
But perhaps that was a little less frightening for what was, in all honesty, a much more amateur open mic than what we've been playing.
"When I die, let me fly over Alaska"
Random lines float through my head as I type. I really like that one.
ANYWHO - back to my point - absolutely petrified that Heather's going to freak out eventually, and wonder what the HELL she's doing out here. She's already hating being dubbed "the organized one". I picture the re-enactment, like JR and his wife, of my nodding and sidetracking and babbling, as Heather snatches up business cards and remembers names and (incidentally) the lines of my songs.
But tonight, perhaps there aren't many things to file - it's an attractive town, but not as attractive a venue as the press-wall might imply - and we weren't as on as we usually are, and the audience didn't respond as much as usual - I really don't want her to view it as some sort of wasted night...
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