My tour stamina is off. Five shows in four days is no haul, yet I was battered. I concede this with the requisite amount of shame, but it is also a realistic by-product of having rejoined the workforce. It is also a by-product of my advancing age and the blistering pace that a drunken barn dance tour sets.
We pushed the DBD less-rehearsal-is-more-aesthetic to the maximum this time, with Jim picking me up from the airport right before our show at the Leroy Street No Bummer Zone.
Applause to all who came to the shows and the lovely bands who joined us each night. I hope we are able to transmit even a fraction of the joy we feel when playing, seeing old friends, making movies at indian restaurants, dominating slackjaw, and crashing through the drumkit. I love playing with this outfit more than I could ever convey privately, much less while inching into the blogosphere...
Here's us at the always awesome Mercury Lounge in NYC after the ticket for a cracked windshield but before the ticket for failure to use a turn signal.