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Waking up around 2 p.m. It was a long night wrapped in my
head.
Strawberry Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
Business. Errands.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar
Chips. Strawberry Kombucha Tea.
Watching Breakdown (1997).
I get called into China Wok for two hours. It’s so swamped
they needed a third driver. I do my best to facilitate the mayhem inside the
restaurant. Making a few extra bucks.
Udon Noodle Soup. Banana Nut Bread. PBR.
Attending the Mae show at The Jewish Mother down the street.
It’s the ten-year anniversary of their first album – a sold out concert – Mae
family reunion. Hardcore fans came from all over the world to be here, some
flew from Japan, some flew from California. It’s strange not being behind the
piano and watching from afar. Mingling with old faces. At some point Dave
invites a happy couple to the stage and I witness a marriage proposal right
before they perform “Soundtrack”. Jake Clemons, a saxophonist from back in the
pre-Mae days, joins them on stage for “Tisbury Lane”.
...
After the show I shake hands with everyone. Rob Sweitzer,
the original keyboardist and the one I replaced all those years touring, shakes
mine and offers some kind words. Referencing the time when Josiah and I were
asked last minute to tour with Mae, “I really appreciate you. You saved us back
there. You’re a very talented musician. I really mean that.”
Me: “Of course. I was grateful for the opportunity.”
It’s always nice to hear those kinds of things.
...
Standing next to Zach and sharing a few words. A fan comes
up to him and, with a sincere and grateful look, compliments him on the show
and says, “I just wanna say...your music really moves me.” He’s almost teary
eyed. The guy leaves and I turn to Zach, “You can’t ever get sick of those
kinds of comments.”
“Definitely not,” he replies.
Back at the house. There’re a few people hanging out.
Anthony runs around with a bat in hand whacking the walls hard enough to make a
racket. It’s one of those nights where it’s deemed necessary to release pent up
aggression. With that mentioned, eventually Kevin’s door gets destroyed.
Snacking on Popcorn and Goldfish Crackers.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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