I find myself on an aeroplane once again...
I truly love traveling. The characters you get to meet, the places you get to see, the romantic notion of being completely nomadic for a while - hell, I even enjoy flying.
That is if you ever make it on the plane.
The whole kerfuffle of getting on to the plane I do NOT enjoy. The stress of the lines, the checking in, security, and that hot sweaty feeling as you run to your gate in blind panic only to find your flight is delayed, once, twice, then canceled. Write a song about that, Lionel Richie.
MORE panic. MORE stress.
The unhelpful lady that tells you getting to the east coast is probably going to be impossible for two days. Thank you. Thank you very much unhelpful lady. You are just plain lovely. A ray of sunshine in my already fabulous day.
BUT THEN, A GLIMMER OF HOPE! A flight to Newark. More running, more sweatiness. Made it. Great.
Seemingly helpful lady tells me my bags will follow me to Newark, all will be well and there is nothing to worry about. "Sit back and enjoy your flight. We know you have a choice in carriers, and we thank you for choosing United today". I did not choose you, United. I merely cannot AVOID you, living in Chicago.
Seemingly helpful lady lied. She lied very much. Arrive in Newark. No bags. And by bags I mean 3 guitars. Shit. I have a show tomorrow afternoon. File a lost baggage claim. They may come on a flight in the morning and will be delivered to my hotel. Nothing else I can do tonight- after practically inhaling some late night diner food I finally close my eyes at 5 AM.
No bags in the morning. Panicked phone calls to friends in the NY area to borrow guitars/pedals etc for the gig. This is where I must say a HUGE thank you to my friends Kurt and Peter for letting me borrow some great gear. You guys rock and I love you very much.
Another glimmer of hope. My bags have somehow turned up at White Plains airport (?!?!!!). 2 hours before the show. Mad panic. GOT THEM. Another mad panic to get back to the festival to do the show.
Throughout all of my ranting I am constantly reminded of this TREMENDOUS video of the comedian Louis CK and his stance on air travel.
Dead right. No matter how much stress involved, you truly are sitting in a seat flying through the air. Sometimes even with an adult beverage in your hand. Stunning. I have been lucky enough to have cruised at 35,000 feet over the beautiful desolation of the northern Canadian territories with a stiff Gin and Tonic, or over the incredible Australian outback with a nice Malbec. True luxury indeed.
They say that hectic and stressful days make for a good gig. True story. Felt GREAT to get all that frustration out on stage at the Pleasantville Music Festival.
Lovely festival people.
It also felt marvelous to be sharing the stage with the mighty Grainger Brothers, Gary and Greg once again. Better musicians you will not meet, and you will certainly not meet anyone nicer. I am getting a great musical education working with these guys.
The mighty Gary Grainger
I was also told that I am the only act to have been asked to play the festival 3 times. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. Such an honour. It is a beautiful privilege, and I have made some wonderful friends in that area as a result.
Much fun was had, and suddenly all that stress seemed so distant and trivial. Music truly is a wonderful therapy.
The incredible Greg Grainger on drums behind me there.
Special shout out to a man named Damien who bought me a beer at the festival. It was very much appreciated Damien - and was a very lovely beer indeed. Many thank you's to you sir.