Crying over BT

Each night I try to catch one of BT’s songs at least.

I am remiss here on catching up on my life. I am on the road with Thomas Dolby and BT right now. We just wrapped up night #4. Since I spend most time at merch, I sit there during the TD set and take a break during BT. But a break for me usually means dealing with my assistant tour manager duties. With two bands, it’s a bigger job than I could do as a newbie tour manager, I am happy to just assist.

Tonight our show was Tucson. My parents came, which was terrific. It was so great to see them, and for them to see what this slice of my life has been like. They came on the tour bus and Dad helped me with some Excel formulas, and took me on a few errands I wanted to run.

They stayed through all of Dolby’s set, and even about 15 minutes of BT. These are two folks in their 60’s, and it was a late night. After they left I went to the bus and did a little paperwork, amd went back to try to catch a song.
I watched one called “Good Morning, Kaia”
Kaia is his daughter, she was here for a couple days on the bus
she is 2 this song was so beautiful and the video was so powerful to me I started crying. Now I was out at merch during this,
but the room was empty and I knew there was one more song after.
I had no idea it was going to affect me that way so I m sitting there
trying to get it together and Brian’s pedalboard fucked up.
They didn’t play the last song so like… 3 mimnutes later
someone is standing next to me and its BT. Since the last song bombed I figured he came out to see the fans.
And he has this look on his face when he sees me and he said later he was thinking
“What happened? Who hurt you? Who yelled at you? Let me at ‘em!”
And of course there’s like 50 people now because he’s out there
so I start crying again telling him how wonderful it was.
And he hugs me and then I turn to everyone and say
“If it makes the merch chick cry, it’s gotta be good”
Oy. He’s out getting late night dinner and a small sandwich for me.

I guess I became a BT fan tonight. I feel very fortunate to get to know this man now, who makes such wonderful things.

It’s like summer camp.

You look forward to going, yet you don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave DLJ, my cats, my home, my glass, my life. I could get so much done in the weeks I will be gone…so much time lost that could have been with friends, family, pets. Christmas for me will have no buildup this year, no time at home in December until maybe even after Christmas.

On the other hand, what an adventure! Touring! Music! Travel, seeing new cities and towns, supporting one of my best friends, living in a tour bus, having a crazy experience that is definitely out of the ordinary.

My heart is torn and twisted over it. Partially because I am so damn tired right now. Overworked. I want to spend time with DLJ but I sit here working, while he sits waiting for me as the time stretches out. Our clock is counting down now to when we must split apart for a month. He might come to the show in New Orleans, but it’s uncertain, it took so long for the dates to be finalized for that show…it might be too late. Seeing him in the middle would make such a difference.

I know, true to my fashion, once I say goodbye and am on the bus on my way, I will be fine. Feelings of missing family and home will always be there, and will get stronger by the middle of the third week.

I want it to start and I want it to end and I want it to go on forever all at the same time. But I always miss people and places the most right beforeĀ  I leave them, so in some ways, this is the hardest time of all.

Seeing friends along the way will really help. REALLY help. I will see my parents at least…maybe an old friend or two on the East Coast….


I wish I could take my studio with me.

I had an interview Friday for a newspaper, and a photographer is supposed to stop by. They only have two days to do so!

Venice drowning

I just walked to Venice Beach and back. To escape the bullshit, I dove into the bullshit.

If that makes any sense.

I go back home tonight, then just a handful of days home before going to the Bay Area for thanksgiving….then back on tour.

Somehow….I wish it was Christmas already. Being away from home so much kinda is hard. I’m getting sick too. I think it’s just being out of energy. But I knew it was going to be full blast till around Valentine’s Day. I think the tour will the the biggest hill to get over…but also, hopefully, the most fun.

I sat in an organic coffeehouse today and did NOTHING.

Sold a bead to a guy I met while sitting there. So I guess I did something. But nothing tour or work related at all.

Grr. Head hurts.

The leak is back in the house. Very small, but it’s there. We will prevail but it has been almost a year now, seriously, that we have not had the downstairs room. Previous owners deny responsibility, even with our photos of them hiding the damage behind furniture, then moving boxes, and lying on the disclosure form. We can’t go after them till it fixed and we know the final fees paid to fix it.

It is very discouraging. Work on the Dolby Tour is ramping up as well, I have lots to do before we leave. With an overnight gig in between the long tour and now, and so much work to be done. I am busy today with errands and clients for my glass but tomorrow, other than studio hours, I hope to bang out a lot of work for him.

My artist friend, Dom, who did the tour shirts and poster in the spring in France drew me something funny:

That’s the state of things today, indeed! That was excellent though, it made my day to have someone thinking of me and taking a little effort like that. Friends are good, even when far, far away.