sunday mornin' comin' down...
it's amazing, to me, how half an hour of a monday can wipe the slate of a great weekend completely clean...
first of all, i made it through the whole thing alive, and got everywhere i was supposed to get - thanks to a clutch substitution at the wheel on the way back from pittsburgh. props, wendy. my buddy mitch, the bleedin' heart liberal, had to rescind his offer late in the week last week, and i know he feels like shit about it. i know he feels like shit about it because i haven't heard from him since. in true tom hampton fashion, i think he's layin' low because he feels that he's wronged me in some form. i say "in true tom hampton fashion" because that's what i'd typically do if i felt there was potential for some kind of tension or awkwardness. i'm such a coward.
do not fret, my big-hearted friend. much as it woulda been cool to have had you along, it's all good.
i will be expectin' to see you at a stone road gig soon, though.
i think this weekend will be our official "southern rock martyr" weekend - since the skynyrd plane crash anniversary is on the 20th of october, and duane allman died on the 29th. we'll be doing a whole set of nothing but allmans and skynyrd during both shows. it's gonna be a blast.
charlie was an absolute pleasure, as usual - he's one of those guys who can make a little energy go a long way...he always makes me feel good about being on his team. he could totally steal tony robbins' thunder and run away with it, if he were so motivated. you just feel better after having been around him for a while. i think that's one of his greatest assets, and will be a big part of why he's in a good place to have a future in this racket.
i've been given a lot of time this weekend to think about things like this. watching charlie do his thing, it's obvious why he's forging ahead and i got bogged down in the quicksand...i don't think i ever managed his level of confidence and/or optimism. when i play with charlie, i feel like i'm a better musician - his attitude inspires a level of confidence that i don't always manage to muster on my own.
which is why i'll follow this guy anywhere.
the youngers gig was cramped, to say the least - i still don't understand why they book a full band into that room - there's room where the band sets up for two people to stand comfortably, and that's really about it...jesse has to stand in front of the drumkit, and todd and randy are completely up each others' asses - it's a logistical tension recipe. todd wants to book dates at a place here in town called bixlers', where i used to play as a solo act, and barely had room for that. i've already made it plain that i'll be bowing out of any dates booked there.
the stone road show was just what the doctor ordered - a complete reversal of last weeks' show, save for the shaky wobblies on the harmonies to the newish eagles song we're doing...but we also added "mr jones" by counting crows and "running on empty" (with special guests jodi and todd) to the set that night, and it all felt like things were back to normal to me. the levels were perfect, my guitars sounded exactly the way they were supposed to, everyone was in a great frame of mind...it was really the perfect gig to close out two straight days of sleeplessness, to be sure.
once i closed my eyes sunday morning at around 4 am, they never opened again until well into the early game. as usual, none of the games i wanted to see were on tv here...the eagles bore me, and the afternoon game was, i believe, buffalo vs. washington. yawn. no titans, no patriots, nope, just boring crappy games...but then, since the baseball postseason, i've had no real motivation to watch football...it just seems too early in the season, still.
still tired from the weekend, somewhat...but much, much work to do.
first of all, i made it through the whole thing alive, and got everywhere i was supposed to get - thanks to a clutch substitution at the wheel on the way back from pittsburgh. props, wendy. my buddy mitch, the bleedin' heart liberal, had to rescind his offer late in the week last week, and i know he feels like shit about it. i know he feels like shit about it because i haven't heard from him since. in true tom hampton fashion, i think he's layin' low because he feels that he's wronged me in some form. i say "in true tom hampton fashion" because that's what i'd typically do if i felt there was potential for some kind of tension or awkwardness. i'm such a coward.
do not fret, my big-hearted friend. much as it woulda been cool to have had you along, it's all good.
i will be expectin' to see you at a stone road gig soon, though.
i think this weekend will be our official "southern rock martyr" weekend - since the skynyrd plane crash anniversary is on the 20th of october, and duane allman died on the 29th. we'll be doing a whole set of nothing but allmans and skynyrd during both shows. it's gonna be a blast.
charlie was an absolute pleasure, as usual - he's one of those guys who can make a little energy go a long way...he always makes me feel good about being on his team. he could totally steal tony robbins' thunder and run away with it, if he were so motivated. you just feel better after having been around him for a while. i think that's one of his greatest assets, and will be a big part of why he's in a good place to have a future in this racket.
i've been given a lot of time this weekend to think about things like this. watching charlie do his thing, it's obvious why he's forging ahead and i got bogged down in the quicksand...i don't think i ever managed his level of confidence and/or optimism. when i play with charlie, i feel like i'm a better musician - his attitude inspires a level of confidence that i don't always manage to muster on my own.
which is why i'll follow this guy anywhere.
the youngers gig was cramped, to say the least - i still don't understand why they book a full band into that room - there's room where the band sets up for two people to stand comfortably, and that's really about it...jesse has to stand in front of the drumkit, and todd and randy are completely up each others' asses - it's a logistical tension recipe. todd wants to book dates at a place here in town called bixlers', where i used to play as a solo act, and barely had room for that. i've already made it plain that i'll be bowing out of any dates booked there.
the stone road show was just what the doctor ordered - a complete reversal of last weeks' show, save for the shaky wobblies on the harmonies to the newish eagles song we're doing...but we also added "mr jones" by counting crows and "running on empty" (with special guests jodi and todd) to the set that night, and it all felt like things were back to normal to me. the levels were perfect, my guitars sounded exactly the way they were supposed to, everyone was in a great frame of mind...it was really the perfect gig to close out two straight days of sleeplessness, to be sure.
once i closed my eyes sunday morning at around 4 am, they never opened again until well into the early game. as usual, none of the games i wanted to see were on tv here...the eagles bore me, and the afternoon game was, i believe, buffalo vs. washington. yawn. no titans, no patriots, nope, just boring crappy games...but then, since the baseball postseason, i've had no real motivation to watch football...it just seems too early in the season, still.
still tired from the weekend, somewhat...but much, much work to do.
posted by tom at 17:47
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