The grey lands on us hard, clamps down and spins drizzle across our windshield. We’ve entered Ohio at speed with the hope that it won’t get a grip on us. A long way ahead of us Pittsburgh beckons, but for the moment we’re passing under torn watercolour skies and underpasses and geese, too bird-brained to get in out of the rain.
eather and Dave sort of doing a final critique of the work at Skeleton Crew Tattoo in Columbus, Indiana.
The finished product. Gorgeous, shiny and sore!
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Last night we returned to one of our homes – Columbus, Indiana always treats us well, feeds us well, makes us feel oh so good about ourselves. The Columbus Bar is fun, we play on a balcony overlooking the scalps of our audience and I dream of decorating my nostrils in spectacular fashion special for these gigs. Give them a show!
Heather and Dave at Skeleton Crew Tattoo – he ends the session by saying “God, I LOVE virgins!”
Unfortunately, with the topsy-turvy sleep schedule I go into the performance a little sleepy and my tongue fails to find me in-between songs. My charisma roll doesn’t exactly hit a critical failure, but it ain’t no success. It’s a night where my one-on-one interactions
with fans and long-distance friends are far more successful than the stories and anecdotes told from the stage.
In Indianapolis, Indiana – Heather sleeps cocooned like a little Heather sundae. Cute as Hell, but she SHOULD be up and about showing off that new tattoo!
A raccoon in a tree! This beastie actually kept trying to greet me on the porch. Eventually, as is our general approach to vermin, we fed it a banana. This is at Robin Coleman’s house in Indianapolis, IN and we left that morning, so perhaps we were being bad guests, feeding the creatures, but it seemed so sweet!
I try not to have any “canned” banter. On our “on” days we’re frequently asked if we practice the bits in between our songs, rehearsing our comedy bits as much as our music. Even on our off nights I’d like to think we’re innately pretty damned charming and there are only a few stock stories that we tell over and over again – and they evolve through the teling.
However, sometimes I think we should probably practice a couple of our tales for nights like these. Last night, Heather turned to me and said “you talk for a bit!” and I had absolutely nothing. I actually launched into my spiel for the Van de Graaff generator from my time at the Maryland Science Center because I could think of absolutely NOTHING else to say. I was just a little robby blank. Very sad.
Well, add that to the list of things to do… gots to practice some tales for nights when rob’s mind is a complete and utter void. Or drink more coffee. You know, either / or.
