|This is where I start jogging
||[Nov. 29th, 2005|07:31 am]
|||||Sun Ra - Spaceship Lullaby||]|
My brain feels like a large bowl of trifle (in Australia that is a desert which is a mixture of sponge cake, Jelly, Custard and sherry, a celebration or amalgamation of leftovers).
We left home on september 21. It is now november 22. 2 months never really felt like so long. Touring so much this year has meant that I have kinda forgotten who i am. Moments blend together.
You know the drill.
You spend so many of your waking hours in transit; between hotels, crammed into vans and sampling expensive perfumes in the duty free sections of airports, that you are inadvertently robbed of that place that is you. Home.
So, you try to adjust by adorning your suitcase with remnants of your life at home.
A scarf made by the one you love, some photo booth photos and a vegemite sticker on your discman. Contact with home is irregular due to the nature of every day being so random. Making it impossible to keep track of just what day it is and just what time the sun is setting behind the tree in your backyard. You cannot help but become totally neurotic. You obsess about the most banal things. Like which state in America has the best potato chips, the swedish chocolate bar called plop and the way that the Icelandic say Thankyou.
You lose everything. I lost my wallet (denver) , my mobile phone (London) and my Ipod (stolen somewhere near the colloseum).
I cannot figure out whether I have more or less patience. One one hand an infinite amount of crap occurances have plagued me, On a ferry across the Irish Sea I fell asleep in chewing gum. In Chicago we got a flat tyre which due to unforeseen circumstances, which meant that we were stranded through the night and day for 15 hours,someone stood in dog shit. In Berlin, someone put all our cases in dog shit right before we put them in the taxi.
You are addicted to alchohol, coffee and salami. You become so unfit, that running for 40 m up the slightest of inclines, leaves you gasping. I have put on two dress sizes. I find my self using the travelator at the airport, whereas in the past that would have disgusted me.
You meet many bands going through the same shit as you and you make lifelong bonds. This year somewhere in the world we made friends with Dr Dog, Wolf Parade, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, The Fiery Furnaces, Love is All, Hermstad, Clue to Kalo, Au Revoir Simone & The Semi-finalists. All great bands and inspiring folks. WHom, I hope we can spend more than 2 nights in the basement of a bar with sometime in the coming years...
But above all of the shitness, is the huge privilege that we have been bestowed with, that is to travel around the world playing our songs, which I never actually imagined we would get the chance to do. Case in point. Last week, we played in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. On the way from the airport to the venue, our host, Warren told us that we were the first independent band to tour their since fugazi in 1996.
That was such an honourable experience and the perfect way to end what was one of the most dementing and mind expanding experience i have ever had.
Now, if only we can not do it for a few years.....