Dave Benham Keith McBrown
It was 80 degrees yesterday. Overnight the temperature has dropped… plummeted really, a water main has died across the street and the sound of breeze, rattling leaves and flowing water mixes with the knowledge that it’s been a hard 24 hours for many of my friends. Breakups, deaths, burglaries and failures are haunting many of my friends today and I-95 is blazing in fall colours even as the sunlight slowly scabs over with low-grey clouds to match the mood of the day.
I’m playing catch up here at home, listening to horrible news on the radio and eyeballing our sparse calendar, worrying about booking and eyeballing the map and thinking about when we’ll be on the road again. So many people’s response upon seeing us again, whether on the music scene, at the shop or at my open mics has been to say “you can’t leave us again!”.
And the response that I bite back is “I didn’t want to come back”. And beyond that “I can’t WAIT to leave again”.
The last week on the road was rough, but I couldn’t tell you whether that was because we were so close to home or so far from it – whether it was because we’d spent so long on the road together or because we were heartily aware that we only had a couple of days left… perhaps the next trip will only be THIRTY days?
