I think I left my keys at the bar. Needless to say I’m non-plussed. I’m not SURE, of course, but I think it’s pretty likely. Don’t have confirmation from the bar yet, but I don’t know where else they could be. Normally, since I have no need for my keys while we’re traveling, I simply leave mine in my guitar case for the entire journey, but it was the first night out, I’d used them to lock the door, they were still on my belt… I think they ended up right next to the stage. I think they are likely still there. I don’t WANT to drive back out to Bocktown.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s a Lovely place. The food’s amazing (though perhaps I shouldn’t eat peppered bacon and gravy-covered fries again – note that that’s both peppered bacon AND gravy… on the fries) and the staff is great and the audience is wonderful… but there are few things I hate more than backtracking and I just can’t believe I left my fucking keys.
We don’t leave much as we’re traveling around. I left an ebow once, long ago, in this here city. I think we left a sweater somewhere in the Midwest. I left my pocket contents in Philly once (change and fingerpicks). I left my laptop at College Perk once, resulting in the first freak-out that Kristen got to witness. I’ve left my phone on the other side of the door and had to re-open said door. But over the years, I can’t remember many circumstances where we had to GO BACK someplace…
Oh… wait… we had to go back to Asheville, NC because Rowan forgot his guitar. That wasn’t cool. There was NOT a good atmosphere in the vehicle that day.
Last night’s show was wonderful. We had a lot of people come out specifically to see us, and in a relatively small bar, that makes for a great audience of ilyAIMYites. New fans
included a couple of music teachers in town for a music teacher conference of some sort. They ended the night by sitting on the floor in front of the stage and singing along with “Three Little Birds”. In between chords I flipped the room mics on on the Zoom and I just HOPE I managed to catch their voices. It just made the night perfect.
Well, as perfect as it was going to be with bacon and gravy-covered fries warring in my belly.
