Friday was just a nightmare. Bad phone calls from home and a grey, grey day only amplify the feeling of trapped stagnation as we creep the twenty miles from Whitney’s place in Cambridge out to our gig. It takes us two and a half hours to cover the distance all the while with me hoping the Indian food we’d eaten earlier in the day doesn’t disagree with my often finicky belly.
We get into Danielson, CT and get to hang out with Mike and his drummer downstairs in their practice space, just jamming and making noise and generally having our energies restored by awesome people.
The gig itself is something of a nightmare, not at all what we’d been led to expect, and the ride to Danielson, CT passes in a silence verging on depression. It’s days like this that make me want to quit. But what would I do if I did? I don’t think I’d have a taste for anything else.
Heather sleeping with Kiwi at Mike and Ari’s in Danielson, CT.
Staying with Mike and Ari for the night is a God-send. I’d forgotten how Lovely they are, how Mike is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met and Ari’s just so very sweet. Together they make an amazing couple and make me feel very, very good. Hanging out is Lovely and refreshing, and really very much what my soul needed after such a nightmarish gig.
Tomorrow we’ll be hooking up with the twins again and playing in Putnam, so I’m thinking that this Godawful week is going to turn around and look up.
Ari showing off her mound of whipped cream at Victoria Station in Putnam, CT.
