It’s taken me until now to recover from lack of sleep from these past few days. Here’s why. July 9th: NYC show with Rachel Browne, Polly Ammo, and The Woes. It was awesome. Went to bed at 4am. Got up at 6:45am and drove 6 hours to Cape Cod. Played a show. Went to bed at 4am again. Got up at 6am and drove another 6 hours home (we had to be in NY by noon). Since then I’ve just been sleeping non stop. Now I’m awake and refreshed and ready to, as Jon Bon would say, “Oh we’re half way there. Oh living on a prayer.” Right.
Anyway, aside from being cracked out from lack of sleep, both shows were full of sound. Cape Cod is a beautiful place. The show was being filmed for The Artist’s Den DVD thing, which is always more nerve wracking than a regular show. The Cape Cinema, where we performed, was the sight of my second ever show with Ingrid, almost exactly a year ago. I shed a happy tear. Then I wiped it away and told myself to stop being such a sissy.
It was sort of a weird show for us. There was a gigantic plexiglass cage that Elliot had to play behind for sound purposes, (shown above) I found my first gray hair (not shown above), and Chris, during our meal, realized that somehow he had been using three forks to eat his scallops. (shown above)
Anyway, tomorrow we all go to Camden, NJ (my favorite place to get stabbed) to play XPN fest with Ingrid. Then, a week home, and off to Colorado to play The Mile High Festival and subsequently join Dave Matthews Band for 10 days. I’m brushing up on my DMB songs that I can speak to them only in their own song lyrics.
Dave: Hello. My name is Dave Matthews. I am a big fan of yours, Bess Rogers. Can I buy you dinner?
Me: I live with my justice I live with my greedy need I live with no mercy I live with my frenzied feeding I live with my hatred I live with my jealousy I live with the notion That I don’t need anyone but me Don’t drink the water Don’t drink the water There’s blood in the water Don’t drink the water