Hello? My knees have something they’d like to say to me. I guess I best listen…
goes and listens to my knees
Whelp… that is NOT family-friendly and I don’t feel comfortable sharing it with ANY of you. Quite frankly, the language my patelas use is absolutely abhorrent and I don’t know WHERE they pick these things up. If it weren’t an anatomical impossibility I’d place them in time out for a while. Unfortunately, in addition to the physical inconvenience of trying to send ones’ own knees to their room till they’ve thought about what they’ve done, my knees are firmly of the opinion that they’ve been on the earth for every bit as long as the rest of me has and that I have no true authority over them. On top of THAT the rest of my body’s queuing up to file ITS complaints and my spine, shoulders and fingers are all interested in what my knees have to say.
I’m not even saying I necessarily DISAGREE with them. I’m just saying “language, knees, LANGUAGE!!!”
They’re just RUDE.
Fortunately I plan to recover shortly – because since it’s a rob and Rowan weekend, it’s going to be high energy, and those knees have just GOT to be on board!!!
Yeah – we played a lot this weekend. And maybe it wouldn’t have seemed like a lot a couple of years ago, but since the last year and a half has MOSTLY consisted of load-ins to my basement and back, three full load-ins with lots of speakers and mics and cables and mixers and cameras and oh crap my guitar too has resulted in something of a bodily revolt.
Not to mention, since all this is being done in high temperatures with high humidity, it’s resulting in my body being somewhat revolting.
From Wednesday through Sunday I’ve taken over eight showers and made roughly one BILLION trips to my car and back carrying one TRILLION pounds of speakers. Frankly, we’re lucky I haven’t either eroded our sidewalks NOR suffered some form of astrophysical collapse as I’m SURE the mass of speakers I’m carrying should NOT be packed into the area of a Saturn, much less my aforementioned woe-begone much-lamented knees.
Bugs in the system. Meep. It’s not just my knees hurting.
Yup. Bring me my robot overlords. I crave to be one with you. Let us fuse and become one. Let the joining begin.
Of course – if I’m getting a new robot body, I’m swapping my mouth out for something by QSC.
Backing up for a sec to last weekend – I think that this whole past 10 days or so have really just come together to remind me that, yes, the only place we can really play right now is outdoors but I am EXHAUSTED by it. Here’s a bunch of pics by our friend Tracy Buchanan from Friday the 13th’s ill-the-well-fated show at Jimmy’s Mysterious Location. The 12th was called off due to 107 degree temperatures. The 13th delayed because of the rain and eventually that meant we’d set up outdoors, then moved everything under tents, then moved everything back out from under the tents, then gave up and moved everything indoors and set it up there, then broke it down, then dragged it through the mud… then this Thursday we had to break down with a swiftness because it started raining, Friday was BEEES and Saturday was perfect – but with “perfect” being a term that’s been expanded in 2021 to include “at least it’s not QUITE 90 degrees and only 70% humidity”.
The biggest positive this year? Load-ins! There has been no load-in situation worse than simply getting the speakers and gear in and out of our house! No venue has involved stairs (other than onto a stage). Generally we’ve literally been able to park next to where we’re playing… there ARE upsides to all of this!
