I'm currently struck down with a sickness. I am down with the sickness. Something upper-respitorial I think. I keep coughing, and my goddamn headphones are only playing out of one ear. We have found safe harbor at another coffee shop and I have just dropped another cough drop into my chamomile tea. Tonight for our show at the Pinhook I will be donning a souped-up version of my whiskey-soaked rasp. Goodbye to my high notes. Hopefully I'll be over this tomorrow. I think the worst part of all this is that I can't smoke cigarettes, and I just bought a carton here in North Carolina in preparation for the inflated prices up north.
We drove all day from Tallahassee towards Charlotte, completely bypassing Atlanta. In case you haven't bothered following any of the news or the weather Mother Nature is taking a giant shit on the entire world. Unseasonal weather across the nation. Atlanta was completely snowed out. No getting in or getting out. Last time we toured all we heard was "gosh, you guys really brought the nice weather," currently we've been hearing "Yeah, it never gets this bad around here. It's usually much more mild." Great. We're keeping our fingers crossed that they can find the northeastern states under all that snow by the time we start traversing up there.
We stayed over night in Savannah and went to a place called the Wormhole to try and get a show. They were happy to oblige, but by the time it came to start setting up it was still just the bartender (who became the de facto sound girl) and two guys playing with remote control helicopters patronizing the room. We were tired, Thomas was sick, and I was getting there so we made the group decision not to play. We're not proud of it, but we figured this way these people wouldn't have to feel obligated to stay and watch some band practice, and they could close early on account of their slow night. We got some flea bag motel on the edge of town and I chased Jameson with Nyquil.
The next day we made the four hour drive to Charlotte. Most of the snow was turning to ice and melting, and my cough was getting no better. We arrived in Charlotte around three and found a coffee shop to hunker down and escape the cold. A few hours later we went to Snug Harbor (the club). I laid in the van and sipped whisky, and sucked cough drops until it was time to load on stage. We played pretty well despite an apathetic sound guy, and some microphone issues. We did well on the door and sold a decent amount of merch, which sort of a new concept for me. I think we've already sold more merch on the first week of this tour than we did on the entire last one. We finally got to meet our PR guy Chuck which was nice, and once again we were relegated to another motel room. I hate motels.
GIVE US A PLACE TO STAY!
More Nyquil, more Whiskey and some cartoons, and then sleep.
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