Dear Tour Diary –
It’s Gio again.
We’re on tour… again.
It’s late April, bordering on May. According to my calendar, Spring was due to have sprung over a month ago. Wyoming did not get the message. Instead, it snowed all over us on our savagely long drive from Reno, Nevada en route to Denver, Colorado. Nothing to cap off a 15 hour drive day like heavy snows and low visibility.
But I’m starting from now, and you don’t even know about the last two days yet! Sorry, tour diary. I’ll start at the beginning.
The tour started in Reno. We’ve driven through Reno on every tour that has taken us East on the 80… which, over the last 8 years, has been a lot of tours. This was our FIRST time playing Reno. And we even wrote a whole song about the dang place. Can you believe it?? Well… the people of Reno came out in wild and rowdy droves to the show, and we – collectively as a band – fell in love. We’ll have to go back soon. It was a damn fun show.
The drive the next day was less fun. Did I already mention that? I did? Sorry, tour diary.
What I DIDN’T mention yet was the travesty that occurred on our drive. You know me, tour diary. I looooove espresso. We stopped at a great spot – the Hub – in Reno. I ordered 2 drinks – one to have immediately, and the other to keep in reserve for the espresso-scarce wasteland that is I-80 through Nevada. The weather was cold, I didn’t need any refrigeration… and thanks to my sweet planning, my delicious espresso awaited me, as far as I knew, for the long road ahead.
Imagine how much I cried, oh dearest diary, when Phil (totally without asking me!!) threw out my coffee at a road stop! Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much someone holds you and rocks you back and forth, apologizing. Sometimes it just isn’t enough.
We made a coffee stop eventually…. but it was shitty. Note to self: never trust Phil with your coffee. Remember that, tour diary!!
We woke up early today after our epic drive to get back on the snowy and icy roads. Didn’t we leave the curse of the Frostbite Tour behind us? Were the savage gods of ice and snow not satisfied with our sacrifice and pain last tour? Apparently not.
Luckily the weather broke by Laramie, and now we’re cruising into Denver to play a craft beer party. Chances of us having a coherent, not-sloppy-drunk set are diminishing. The conditions are kind of perfect:
Did we have a super shitty drive all day yesterday from which we need therapeutic succor?
Did we have another thirst-inducing drive today through yet more snow and ice that demands yet more liquid stress-relief and muscle relaxation?
Will we get free craft beer for the entire time we’re at the venue (5-7 hours)?
Luckily, if you’re at a free-craft-brew party, tour diary, you’re likely to be way more drunk than us. We’re banking on that.
We’re approaching Boulder, thank coffee. There’s great espresso in this town. The last two days have been full of (I’m ashamed to write it) Starbucks… and one stop was just laughably dark-hued water. Rawlings and the little shop, Huckleberry’s, had good espresso. That is the only reason, diary, I’m able to even form complete sentences right now.
Well, I should go. Phil is asleep, and I think I saw a bag of his pretzels that I can’t wait to throw away.
Talk to you soon.