It's the drive home that kills me. Every time. No matter how long or how short, the same thought circulates around and around: Did I make enough of the time I had?
For thirty days I traveled one end of the United States to the other and back with eight fantastic gentlemen. Yet for 3/4ths of this summers tour I was unable to shake the though of missed opportunities.
It was in Austin Texas that I decided to no longer live behind a wall while in the company of people I travel with, people I call family. We rolled in Eric's old apartment at 2am, after a 14hour drive from New Mexico. The majority of the traveling party went straight to bed. Dave, Eric, Andrew, Ty, and I stayed awake. We were doing nothing more than relaxing, conversing about bands we liked and the good people in them, record labels we liked and did not like, and again, the good people in them.
Around 4am, we decided that it would be a good idea to take a dip in the developments pool, again sitting around, talking about moments, men, and places. At the time nothing else really mattered-no worries of home, money, school, dogs, girls-but the moment. As deliriously tired as I was, I knew I was in the company of good people, bonding, feeling as if I was making the most of the moments I had with them.
Upon laying down on the hardwood floor of the vacant apartment(we were basically squatting), I could not help but reflect on days past, on how much I would have liked to have stayed up with the guys in North, or spend more time with Davy and Andre Weiss, just like I did tonight.
The later stress of tour would prove this new mantra hard to follow. The last leg of tour was plagued with poor promotion, poor payments, and poor decisions by promoters themselves- as in putting together a 5 band bill that starts at 10pm. This really destroyed my attitude and I found myself hidden behind a book for days at a time, talking to no one, interacting with people only to sell a CD or shirt.
Coming home however, and realizing how important personal interaction is, and how much I've actually missed out on these past few years has been somewhat liberating. I'm going out more, checking out random shows, “just because the article in the paper sounded cool”, and I'm actually calling people instead of holding up behind Ableton Live 8 on a Saturday night.
Now that I have a house-I'm a homeowner now- I might even have people over. But lets not take this too far just yet. Brick by brick I'll remove my own wall down.
