It’s another grey day in Connecticut. It’s apparently a license to thrill as grey SUVs fly through the grey rain up the grey highway out of the grey mist and on into the grey ahead of us. They don’t want to interrupt the beautiful uniformity with the harsh mundanity of headlights and so they pass us with a sibilant hiss punctuated by Heather’s rapid fire and creative cursing. Indeed – blue has been added to the day.
ilyAIMY’s about to be in the house…
We’re headed to an open mic tonight just to check out a place. The Acoustic in Bridgeport, CT has a great rep. We’ve come to judge and be judged. Dripping and moist, We’ve spent the last two days holed up at Kristen’s mom’s place, central and convenient to a lot of our Connecticutian venues in Glastonbury, it’s a warm and comfortable place to be holed up. Last time we were here we recorded a couple of songs, this time around we’re practicing a lot of things for a couple of upcoming gigs. New songs, old songs, a new cover.
Sunday we’d played at a beautiful little teahouse called Passiflora. It fits the image of “tea house” far better than Teavolve does… not as chic, more homey / hippie… less glass and steel and concrete, more old wood and fabric and paper. The food was just as delicious, but there’s a new tea that sort of blew my mind that I’m going to have to bring back to Sunny et al back in Baltimore. Holy crap. Ginger and turmeric and lemon verbena oh MY. And SPICY!
We should absolutely positively do this at House of Musical Traditions!!!! After a Lovely Monday OFF, Tuesday night we went to the open mic night at The Acoustic in Bridgeport, CT. Cool venue, marvelous srage, amazing sound – the night itself was something of a bust but I got a lot of booking emails sent…
But I digress. The place was hopping and I have NO idea if we helped or hurt by the Easter holiday, but the gig was Lovely either way. Met some new people, met up with old people – many thanks to Mike for putting us up at a local hotel in addition to putting the gig together. Otherwise a big ass Christian holiday in the middle of the tour could’ve been a real black hole of time…
Sunday night at a Residence Inn Heather and I relaxed into soul-refreshing solitary silences, watching bad sci-fi and catching up on clerical work before calling it a very early night. Black out curtains man. BLACK OUT CURTAINS!
Monday morning found us wandering around Avon, CT just sort of exploring all the places who hadn’t seen fit to be open on Easter Sunday: junk shops and coffee shops and a combo wine / package / florist / pet supply place called Petals and Paws. I gave Shure microphones a call and confirmed all the little nitty and gritty details that go into Teavolve being a Shure National Open Mic Night. The mics and banners and various other accoutrements should be waiting at the house by the time I’m home and then I’ve just got to learn more about Shure SM55s. I think that’s what it is. It’s purty. Eventually we were done antiquing and making phone calls to huge corporations and we settled back in for a post-Easter dinner with Kristen’s mom, ran through a couple of new arrangements and settled down for another pre-1am bedtime.
Last night – wow – I even slept well! Weird dreams though. A couple of uncomfortable dreams about hospice and death and impending mortality that I’m trying not to probe too deeply. I find myself way too obsessed with death and dying these days. I’m almost like an angsty teenager again.
