Well, I’ve got to admit last night was EXHAUSTING, and as I look at my gigantic pile of wet, mud-spattered cables, speakers, instruments with broken strings, pedals that have been dried but still have GUNK in them and the electrical cable that gave me a little jumpstart, part of me wonders what the HELL I was thinking… but man it was a good time.
Nothing went according to plan. Not even close. Last weekend as we wandered Connecticut watchin the COVID map slowly get redder in the areas we were traveling, we were thinking “shit, this… might not be a good idea” – but more importantly we were looking at the map back home with our upcoming indoor gigs KNOWING that THEY weren’t a good idea.
And so we moved everything outside in as much as that was possible. Well, we reaped the whirlwind tonight! It TURNED OUT GREAT and I never really had any dark despair since I kinda LIKE being out in the rain, but …. well we just have to hope that the rain didn’t permanently screw up Jimmy’s EQ pedal and no plaster chunks got in the vents of my TM16 and there’s no permanent damage from the hefty jolt of house current I took while breaking down in the rain…
And yet, I STILL LOVE MY JOB!
Setting up in the almost-not-rain… I think THIS is probably right around the moment when I’m like “fuck it, let’s move indoors”. (I think Jimmy “gave me permission” to come to that decision. That’s my big self-work that I’ve got to focus on right now. Not waiting for permission, and making the damned decision. I’m supposed to be the leader, right? Make the damned decision.
After moving indoors we had a small audience in-house (many people had canceled in advance, a number of people went home when we moved indoors) and a not-so-small audience tuned in on line (hey, the later we go, the more viable it is for our west coast fans!) we threw up a camera and webcast as best as we could.
Says it all really. 
Cleaning up and reeling everything back in at the end of the night everything that didn’t make it inside is soaked and a haven for mud and slugs. 
Too tired to think it through. The morning after, half the gear is in the dining room, half in the Living room. I left all the bags open so things can dry, gonna spend some time this weekend taking EVERYTHING out and cleaning the mud off. It’s worth it. But… holy crap I wish more of the gear belonged to ANYONE ELSE!!!!
