If only you could sit in the big show for a while, just call it quits and revel in the good feelings and tshirt sales on some eternal loop of wonder and peace. Because friday in port was like that, and dunedin and invercargill and wellington before that. Man!
Well it seems like a good idea when you breaking yourself out of bed to make the ferry for the next one, but it isnt, cause the big wheel refuses to stop and the stick in the mill is gonna get snapped. So we drive on, ready for the next tough show and then the next good one and then so on, etc, repeat, adinfinitum. Maybe till we run out of songs? maybe till we run out of ticket sales? maybe till the knees become knubs?
Regardless, I’ll put the solo shows in the pack for a week and feel them Eastern engines get to warming, and whirring and burning and roaring. We’re making up some covid slowed dates, a million months after when they should’ve been, but feels good to be out in it with the pals doing that thing we made up for ourselves so many million moons back there. Come hang, pre sales put our anxieties in the box but if we wanted no anxiety we should’ve stayed at home, we’ll take what we get as ever and get it done like we were never gonna do anything else!
Tomorrow Night
Taupo, Muesem
Friday
Napier, The Cabana w/ Devils Elbow
Saturday
Gisborne, The Dome w/ Eliot Witters
The Solo shows start up in Auckland at the tuning fork
May 18th