It’s Cameron Leahy of The Downtown Fiction writing you from San Francisco. We played the renowned Fillmore tonight, which is a really beautiful room adorned with elegant chandeliers, red draperies and a large balcony. I really love this venue and San Fran for its musical history which is evident in the hundreds of posters on the wall commemorating the many greats who’ve played here in the past. Today like most days on tour I take my longboard and explore the surrounding area, usually stopping at a Starbucks if I can find one. Often we’ll ride together as a band, offering ourselves up to the heckling of crazies and weirdos on the street.
“God gave you feet, whaddu need wheels for!?” yelled a haggard, old fisherman-looking character near the water at Pike’s Place in Seattle.
“To push!” Wes retorted.
We don’t care, we relish it. It’s a break from the monotony backstage, which usually consists of a cramped room filled with tired, half-lidded eyes focused on cell phones or dogeared books. Antsy. Hours upon hours of waiting for what boils down to a single blurred frame. That moment when you step on stage and do the one thing you’ve come there to do, to play. And when it’s over you awake again to find the wait was worth it, another day won with the final beat of your set. Then you muster up every ounce of energy you possess and strive to do better tomorrow.
A blur. That’s what most appropriately describes tour. Once you’re going, you can’t stop. There’s no time for meditation, only constant movement, leaving the pondering to the sedentary. There are the expected highs and lows, but they roll off of you like rain. Just tonight after what we agreed was a fantastic show, our van was broken into, a window smashed and bags stolen. A bummer, sure, but it’s all part of the ride. I often find myself being asked how one manages life on the road—the constant travel, being away from home, the lack of sleep, the general weirdness and abnormality of being a nomadic musician—and I always have the same answer, because I can’t imagine doing anything else.