A confession ... When back in the Boston area and I've found myself on the type of gig I'm on now, I would secretly make fun of the "sign people". I always thought they had a little too much time on their hands. We have none of these people out with us on this tour, but they are easy to identify ... they wear lots of black, and they speak with a body language, and a tone of voice that suggests they are planning a child's cancer treatment, not trying to decide the ratio of coke to diet coke in a crew lounge. Well the joke is on me because I've grown very dependent on the signs. After 30 shows the venues are starting to all run together.
At the end of the night I try to catch a shower before the bus leaves and at that time of night the signs are all down. Here's what it feels like ... imagine going through the door into your kitchen and when you go through you find yourself in someone else's kitchen. It's just like that. I walk out of our locker room and nothing looks familiar. I usually walk towards the noise of trucks being loaded and find my bus. So tonight a toast ... to the "sign people" the world over ... Thank you.
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