Posts Tagged ‘Travel’
Do It Again
“When’s the last time we sucked that hard?” Jason asks. “Um,” I offer, “yesterday?” Jon chimes in, “Dude, I haven’t been to the point of playing whole notes in a long time.” In fact, last night’s Lenexa, Kansas show was right on: loud, loose, and a helluva’ lotta’ fun. Considering the way the band set…
Read MoreThe Lady With The Spinning Head
My car departs at 4:45. I’ve packed swim trunks, running shoes, and my iPod. That’s it. Delta Shuttle departs Marine Air Terminal at six o’clock. I arrive Logan 6:56. I arrive Nantucket at nine a.m. The sweaty city may never hear from me again. I’ll be thinking of you. I promise.
Read MoreStill
My ass is sore, and it ain’t from runnin’. I spent about twelve hours parked on my ass Sunday. Jon and I left the vineyard around noon. I had about all the communism and community I could handle. I wanted some quiet time before flying home. “When’s your flight?” they asked. “In a minute,” I…
Read MoreFamous Players
Who’d have guessed a couple a also-rans from Berwyn, PA, would run into each other on the Paramount back lot in Hollywood, CA, some twenty years on. I was trying to catch up with my buddy James all week, but late nights at work and poor planning on both of our parts sabotaged our efforts.…
Read MoreGrounded, 5 A.M.
I’m writing you from Gate B-40 at the Pittsburgh International Airport. Why I’m layed over here en route to Ft. Meyers, Florida, is anyone’s guess. Only USAir will ever know. I stayed up kinda’ late last night cleaning up “Handshake Drugs & The Social Registry”, the first installment of my memoir-in-progress, “33 1/3,” and hastily…
Read MoreOceanside
You gather your clothes off the line, rinse the salt from your body in the outdoor shower, shake the sand from your shoes, and fold everything away. In your carry-on you stow a new balsa wood glider, Cisco Brewery cap, one liter of Triple 8 vodka, and a Lightship-red Nantucket T. Inside, you carry the…
Read MoreStargazer Tigerlilly
Can you remember the last time you went to bed before nine o’clock? I can’t. Prior to last night. It’s a little odd to have a weekday to one’s self: no deadlines, commitments, obligations. It enables one to walk out the back door for a quick peak at the bay, and keep walking ’til sundown.…
Read MoreYou’re Not Paying Attention
My mother was flipping through photos from last week’s Canal Room show. “You look so tired,” she said. “I can always tell what’s going on with you from your eyes.” That was a pretty major bummer as a kid ‘cuz there was no faking her out. I couldn’t play sick to avoid school; she’d just…
Read MoreA Shot In The Arm
It’s 110 degrees in Miami, and I have a cold. I first notice a touch of the postnasal drip around 4am this morning. I’m dreaming about foreign lands where people wear T-shirts with their country in the center of the globe — “Look,” I said, “Everyone thinks they’re the center of the universe!” — when…
Read MoreStaring At The Sun
I wake up just before we land. I gather my baggage from the overhead bin (yes, they shifted during flight), thank the pilot, and step off into the warm, wet Miami air. I cue up my iPod to U2’s ‘Miami,’ and walk through the terminal like Bono himself. Her eyes all swimming pool blue Dumb…
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