Saturday August 10 2019

Waking up around 11:45 a.m. with Elvis cuddling by my side.

 

Ana made us Waffles with Coffee.

 

Coaching two MMLIVE bands from 1:30 to 5:00 p.m. It’s their final rehearsal before the show tomorrow. Everything goes pretty smooth. The set lists are tight. We know the songs from beginning to end.

 

 

Cashews and Plantain Chips somewhere in there.

 

 

Egg Sandwich with Tomato and Spinach. Potato Chips.

 

Visiting mom again at the Norfolk Sentara hospital. They moved her from the ICU to a normal room where she’s not connected to any monitors. She’s recovering so well. I brought her some more of that soup from yesterday and some more fruit. Pastor Rick happens to stop by and prays for her. Mom’s spirits are super lifted now.

 

Back at the studio loading some gear and dropping it off at The Bunker down at the oceanfront, just to save trips in the morning.

 

Back home. Warming up some leftovers for dinner and watching Aquaman (2018).

 

At the studio packing up the drums and organizing more stuff in preparation for tomorrow.

 

 

Sleep 3:45 a.m.

Friday August 9 2019


Waking up at 10:30 a.m.

 

Date and Almond Breakfast Bar. English Breakfast Tea.

 

At Music Makers. Not usually here on a Friday but I have some business to take care of. Meanwhile, Lisa is coaching the vocal camp kids in the waiting room and Stacie teaches three vocal lessons after noon. There’s so much for me to take care it’s hard to stay on task.

Running around doing errands.

 

Scrambled Eggs. Honeydew Melon. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese. Coffee. Popped Chips. Cucumbers and Tomatoes.

 

Power napping.

 

Grabbing some things to bring mom and driving all the way over to the Norfolk Sentara hospital to visit with her. Of course the food they serve there is not on par with what she really needs to eat so I brought Lentil Soup from Nawab, our favorite Indian spot, along with the sweetest honeydew melon and some tea.

 

I hang out with her talking about all the things they’ve done. She’s moving around pretty well but still in pain around her neck and such. We’ll all be so happy when this is all over and she can live life normally!

 

Back home. Cooking dinner: Salmon with Basmati Rice, Baby Broccoli, Carrots, and Baby Cauliflower.

Watching Aquaman (2018).

 

Cookies.

 

Catching up on business.

 

Practicing drums.

 

 

Chilling with Ana and the cat.

Thursday August 8 2019

Waking up shortly after 10 a.m.

 

Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Almond Milk. English Breakfast Tea.

 

Ana and I drive out to the Norfolk Sentara hospital where mom is finally awake from surgery. It’s quite a drive and a process to get to her room but we make it. She’s got all kinds of stitches but the tumor was successfully removed. Unfortunately, there’s bits of the cancer still rooted in her spine and thorax – it’s been described like an octopus. But we’re still in high hopes she’s going to beat this thing 100%. This surgery is a huge milestone in her cancer fight.

 

We hang out with her for a long time while helping her get situated and keeping her lips moist. She’s in a lot of pain – they’ve got her on some morphine. I feel bad for her that she has to experience so much pain. But she’s a strong woman.

 

Back home for just enough time to grab a bite to eat: Egg, leftover Pizza, Half a Rainbow Wrap, Chips, and Coffee.

 

At Music Makers going about the day teaching and helping Rachel hold down the front desk.

 

Back home. Making a quick dinner: Vegetable Fried Rice with Snow Peas and Carrots.

 

Coaching the kid band rehearsal from 9 to 10:30 – a last minute reschedule so they can get all their rehearsal time in. It’s a fun one.

 

Back home. Catching up on business and talking with Ana. We get into another bind, but about her being willing to ask to borrow a guitar amp for a show she’s doing Saturday. It’s a stressful conversation cause she’s so unwilling to accept solutions that are easy. It’s not an ego thing for her, she just has this thing where she wants to be independent and handle things on her own. But I try to explain she’s a part of a community and it’s okay to ask help from her community.

 

 

Sleep 4 a.m.

Wednesday August 7 2019

Waking up at 10:30 a.m.

 

Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Almond Milk. English Breakfast Tea.

 

Mom started her surgery at 9. That tumor is coming out of her neck no matter what today. Her friend Wanda keeps me updated and says the doctors are taking their time to make sure it comes out properly.

 

Meanwhile, Ana and I join dad and Patty at Aloha Snacks for a bite to eat. At WRV we go on a search for a particular decal with sandals on it that Patty wants.

 

Teaching a few lessons at Music Makers. Rachel holds down the front desk.

 

Scrambled Eggs. Cabbage. Toast with Butter and Jam. Potato Chips.

 

At 9 p.m. I have to coach a rehearsal for the adult band behind the drum set. The whole band is here, which was a rarity. We get a lot of done.

 

Back home. Ana and I get into an argument over something (or nothing) that happened today at Aloha Snacks. While sitting at the table she claims I was gawking (and had a glitter in my eyes) over some girl that worked there. This is crazy cause I’m just sitting there doing nothing but talking with my dad and sometimes looking around at all the people. It all boils down to trust. I have to write about this cause it comes up a lot in this relationship. I have never cheated on her and have never given her any reason to not trust me whatsoever. And yet, she doesn’t trust me. Being put on a guilt trip never feels great and especially over nothing. Things that happened to her in her past definitely connect with the issues we have in our relationship. And the same can be said on my end. I go on this diatribe about everything. I really hope we can figure out how to be healthy together. I definitely don’t wanna be in a relationship that self-destructs.

 

Catching up on business and chores.

 

 

Sleep 4 a.m.

Tuesday August 6 2019

Waking up some time after noon. I caught up on sleep as much as I could.

 

Eating a bowl of cereal downstairs with Ana. Regaling stories from the weekend. Mom is in and out. She’s stressed because the hospital wanted to do a last minute scan today. She had all these plans to finish up business at Music Makers and other stuff cause her surgery is happening early in the morning – she’ll be bed ridden for at least two weeks.

 

Sipping on English Breakfast Tea and catching up on business.

 

Chores.

 

Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Vegan Cream Cheese. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Sparkling Water.

Finishing Avengers: Endgame (2019).

 

At Music Makers. Don’t have any lessons to teach today cause I had planned on still traveling home from tour. Rachel is here at the front desk. I help train her on anything she needs to know cause she’ll be filling in while mom recovers from surgery. My dad and Patty appear from North Carolina – they’re here to support mom.

 

I chill with mom, her friend Karen and Brett, at Captain George’s. I don’t eat anything cause $37 for a buffet does not interest me. But mom was really craving some crab legs for dinner as one last hurrah before surgery.

 

Back home. I bake some Pizzas for Ana and I.

 

Catching up on more business.

 

At the studio practicing drums in preparation for the weekend.

 

Fruit.

 


Sleep 4 a.m.

Monday August 5 2019


Waking up bright and early around 10:30 a.m. in Emily’s apartment. Josiah’s already pacing around singing morning songs to rouse everyone and greet the beautiful day. Last night we had to haul almost all our gear into the house cause we didn’t want to take the chance someone would steal anything. But now the block doesn’t look so intimidating in the daylight.

 


 

Loading up all the gear and band mates back into the van. Emily directs us to a cool diner for brunch called Honey’s. We arrive right on time to grab the big table in the back. Bobby jokes that it’s the gangster table...

 


 

I order fruity Pancakes, Scrambled Eggs, and Coffee. They bring out a birthday brownie too and sing happy birthday, even though it’s the day after.

 


 

Time to drive over to Bethlehem, PA for the last show of the weekend. I sleep as much as I can in the back of the van. It’s only about an hour and half drive there.

 

 

It’s an old historic college town here and Musikfest has taken over. Exploring down by the river with the boys until we have to get on stage. Nearby, I find a dude shooting a ball around solo on a basketball court. I ask to join him – playing a few games of 1-on-1. He destroys me first time but I almost have the upper hand the second time. I get a good sweat and exercise on – much needed.

 

 

After a brass band finishes their set, Ladada hops up there. We’re able to make use of a lot of backline gear, which is nice. We do much better at smaller venues rather than big festival stages but every now and then we gotta do it. We’re getting paid really well for this one so it’s necessary to make up for the duds over the weekend. We do a 1.5 hour set with not many mistakes but our personality isn’t a good fit for the crowd. Either way, we got a good response from the few that were in the seats. We sold quite a few CD’s and records afterwards.

 

Tristyn Tate and a friend of Jacki’s are here chillin’. We stroll around the madness of all the food tents. I grab a famous Corn on the Cob and a Burrito. We all walk back down to the river to smoke a joint and skip rocks around. I stayed away from any alcohol or drugs of any kind today cause I know I’ll be driving later.

 

We say our goodbyes and start the 5.5 hour drive homeward. Bobby takes the first shift cause alcoholic half of the band is not fit to drive. I stay cooped up in the back organizing photos and editing the footage of the day – snacking on a brownie and Coconut Water.

 

With 2 hours to go I take the wheel while Jonnie deejays a few podcasts from Song Exploder.

 

It’s been a hell of a tour weekend with good and bad shows but mostly great memories. After 5 a.m. I’m finally asleep in my own bed.

 

Sunday August 4 2019



Waking up in a hotel room at who knows what time but the sun is obviously out cause the curtains are pulled aside. Feeling headaches and hangovers. We say our goodbyes to Jordan and Amelia and head out of the city but not before consuming some bagels.

 

Heading to Philly. I sit in the back seat of the van editing footage from yesterday and catching up on things on all my devices. It’s my 35th birthday! Getting a lot of birthday wishes on all the social mediums.

 

Meeting up with Emily Hill somewhere in Jersey to scoop her up and bring her to Philly with us where she lives. I haven’t seen her in I don’t know how many years. It’s really good to see her – catching up with her in the backseat.

 

 

After arriving in Philly we make our way towards the venue but discover it’s a maze just to get to the back alley cause of some kind of outside festival with main streets closed off. In the process Bobby side swipes a car under a bridge on accident. Luckily, it was only cosmetics and nothing serious. But the whole thing was stressful and took us almost 40 minutes – the city just feels claustrophobic.

 

Either way we eventually park in the back alley and get all our gear loaded in, up a long stairwell, and into Bourbon & Branch, a small humble dark lit room. I grab something to eat downstairs in the restaurant using the 30% off discount for bands. I order an Asian Salad with Fried Chicken.

 

 

Tonight’s show is similar caliber to the New York show, hardly any people and no money. But we played well. So Totally is a decent melodic shoegaze band. Ladada goes on second, then Shormey.

 

 

Afterwards, we make our way to South Street in search of Philly Cheesesteaks. The boys find a place called Jim’s. The whole vibe reminds me of the strip at the oceanfront without the ocean. Hot blooded millennials trot down the streets with a blasé eagerness to fill their voids. At some point we end up at Kevin’s place up north – Emily’s boyfriend.

 

We all chat with Kevin while the Planet Earth documentary plays on the TV. Ambrotious, the cat, marches around. I think he remembers me from the 1623 days when Emily and I used to live together.

 

Later on, Jonnie and I discover a small room upstairs with all of Emily’s books stacked in a color coded system. Jonnie sits down near the unorganized stack and playfully starts separating books into a worthless and worthy pile. Meanwhile, the cats lie around on the ground just content to be around the commotion.