I return to my home in Richmond, VA. This leg of the tour is over.
We got a newbie on this tour. Not new to us, new to touring. 19 years old. At the end of the tour he made a comment that talked about how many days, states, tv shows and blah blah we had done. I thought about how I used to be able to do that with each and every tour. I could tell you how many miles we drove, how many strings I changed, how many Mt Dew I drank and how many hot dogs I devoured. Not anymore.
I am in no way making the statement that I don't like my job. I love my job more than I love most anything. But the magic may be fading. I am assuming its a little like being married. Its all kick ass and new and every second spent together is like heaven and then after a few years its about taking care of the kids (musicians) and making sure the bills are paid. Another theory... it was effing hot and I just didn't wanna get off the bus. Fall is gonna kick ass.