Not having a place to be is always the hardest part. We’re in Asheville, NC which is usually quite pleasant – except we’ve been in town for too many hours and have a gig an hour and a half away. We’ve had to buy too many cups of coffee to be in any one coffeehouse for any length of time and there’s ONLY so much coffee that I can drink! Now we’ve landed in the backroom of a coffeehouse with a kid playing piano with Lou Reed’s voice. The kid, not the piano. It’s kind of creepy how similar his voice is.
An interesting skateboard memorial – all of the boards have names and dates and RIP on them – in Raleigh, NC.
The wireless that we’ve finally put so much stock in has completely failed us and… we have to Live like animals… sans the internet. It’s terrifying, cold and dark. I’ll have to be productive in other ways! Eeep!
A rainy night sees us using our 2008 hotel quota really, really early in Spartanburg, South Carolina.
And we can’t quite head off to Morristown (holy shit, he just threw out another voice – 20’s torch singer? wtf!!!?) because our venue doesn’t open till 9pm – at all. And there’s nothing else to do in Morristown – at all. Ideally, I suppose we’ll find something to do for another 2 hours here in Asheville, but the hippie chic is wearing on me and the coffee’s too expensive.
Grrrowl.
But I’m enjoying our found piano player.
Me whiling away the hours in a labyrinthine coffeehouse in Asheville, NC. I wear the intent expression that means I’m either drawing in Photoshop or I’m killing the armies of Chaos. Either / or.
