An Attempt At Catching Up: Parts 4 Through 86
Here we go. Day 4 started off with a bagel and a decent chai latte at a local hipster coffee shop. Then the other band member and I walked around the Wicker Park area for a while. Since it was Sunday the farmers market was happening in the namesake park of Wicker Park. Park!
I managed to brighten the day for a couple of farmers by not purchasing any of their products.
I checked out the same two record shops I had checked out a couple of nights before. I’m finding that record stores rarely get my money anymore which is unfortunate because I’d like to support these punk rawkers. It’s hard to justify spending $20 on something that I can find online for $5. I gotsta be frugal in times like these and those. After some lunch we both went back to the house and took naps before our show. Oh yeah the cat slept on my chest during the nap which was nice in a strictly heterosexual way.
The gig that night was at a church of some sort. The whole thing seemed a little off and creepy but hey who am I to judge? I am Lucifer…Smith.
No church is complete without a disco ball...that performs exorcisms.
It nice to hear my drums really BOOM in that big room oh and also my flatulence. The guy we were staying with also performed that night in a traditional Moroccan group. It was really interesting to see and hear all the different layers going on. I definitely want to check out some recorded Moroccan music and then rip it off for my music. Only kidding…maybe. This show is where I got my favorite compliment of the tour. “It’s nice to hear someone do something different on drums.” Yup. I’m doing something different.
The next morning after an ok amount of sleep we hit the road for the 14 hour drive back to NYC. Not much to report about here. Besides service areas our only stop was in Toledo, OH. We figured since this was a city we had heard of that there would be plenty of food options and maybe a museum of curiosities or two. This place was crapping dead! We wound up getting some mediocre bar food at an Irish pub/restaurant/pubrant. It was a pleasure seeing lovely downtown Toledo with it’s um…baseball field and…convention center…hot dawgs? Barf! I got home around 11pm and then went joyriding around town. JK! That would just be silly. JKjkJK! Smiley face! Thus concludes my 94 part recollection of my Chicago trip. But wait! Not before a highlight from one of the rest stops.
I interpreted this as meaning that if I drive at night it's ok for me to pee in a cop's eyes and then put their eyeballs in an urn.
Jackercrap 