Okay, we’ve been back for a couple weeks, the boys played a show April third at Berbati’s. John took a two part crowd shot:
The School Of Rock opened up for them, you ever seen those kids? Pretty damn amazing…
Anywho, the question I have been asked the most since getting home is “Glad to be back?” to which I usually reply something along the lines of “Oh yeah, that was a long one” or some crappy canned response similar to that, and it’s true, I am glad to be home—sorta. No one can deny there is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed (with or without your girlfriend/boyfriend) but this whole “work” thing is for the birds. I would rather make ten bucks a day and come home smelling like a bum fart than make four times that (you read that right, up to FORTY dollars) a night and come home smelling like someone else’s dinner. Besides that, I am really trying to get in the habit of writing more and nothing gets the juices flowing like the road, while nothing can suck them straight out of me like a real job. It’s almost like there is a soul vacuum hooked up to the time clock at work.
Oh well, at least I have a job and I guess it’s like Jeremy says: “They don’t call it going to fun.”
—Coyle
Work to save up enough money to go back on tour, to live!
The School Of Rock opened up for them, you ever seen those kids? Pretty damn amazing…
Anywho, the question I have been asked the most since getting home is “Glad to be back?” to which I usually reply something along the lines of “Oh yeah, that was a long one” or some crappy canned response similar to that, and it’s true, I am glad to be home—sorta. No one can deny there is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed (with or without your girlfriend/boyfriend) but this whole “work” thing is for the birds. I would rather make ten bucks a day and come home smelling like a bum fart than make four times that (you read that right, up to FORTY dollars) a night and come home smelling like someone else’s dinner. Besides that, I am really trying to get in the habit of writing more and nothing gets the juices flowing like the road, while nothing can suck them straight out of me like a real job. It’s almost like there is a soul vacuum hooked up to the time clock at work.
Oh well, at least I have a job and I guess it’s like Jeremy says: “They don’t call it going to fun.”
—Coyle
Work to save up enough money to go back on tour, to live!
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