Tour Is Sadly Over
The tour is sadly over, friends. We’re all back at our jobs in San Francisco, easing back into our daily routines. Its a relief to be back home, but there’s true sadness in seeing the past two weeks come to an end.
Picking up from the last update, we left DC on Wednesday for Pittsburgh. Nice four hour drive through Pennsylvania. Rolled up to the Quiet Storm around seven, and we stayed there for tea and a wholesome vegetarian meal until showtime. Went on pretty early, on account of it being a Wednesday, and played our songs to a handful of folks scattered throuhgout the place. It was good to meet Chris, Jeff and Kevin, together as the Chris Brokaw Rock Band. They played after us, also to only a few fans, but we all liked what we heard.
Stayed the night with a different Kevin and his fiancee Emily — thank you both for a good time. But you two shouldn’t smoke so much, JEEZ! Left town the next morning during the first snow we had seen all tour.
The next night it was UVA. House party. No heat. Played out little hearts out to a bunch of raging Cavaliers. And took in the marvelous fury of Cataract Camp. Lookout for them, because sooner or later they will cast their spell on you too. A truly carefree and joyful night of drinking and dancing and late-night subs.
Late start the next morning combined with ridiculous traffic put us in Philly at eight the next evening. Our last show of the tour! Our friends Remote Islands started things out with their scrappy pop blitz. Brain Surgeons up next, and following some initial sound issues, blazed through a dozen or so of their tunes. That put us on stage at about 1:40, so we madly ran through our fastest songs in the next twenty minutes. Sounds guy eventually releneted and gave us a few more minutes for an encore.
The Brain Surgeons did take to us, surprisingly. Spent an hour after closing time talking to those crazy rockers, snapping photos, hugging.
Then we crushed some cheesesteaks and gulped more beers back at Remote Islands HQ, which is a hell of a spot.
The next day we drove eleven hours to Columbia, SC. There my Mom had an early Thanksgiving Day feast waiting for us. Too frazzled to hit the town, the three Pilots cuddled up on the couch and watched the disappointing Urban Legends: Final Cut.
Sunday we woke up, packed the van, rode up to Charlotte and boarded a plane back to SF. Just like that!
Thanks to everyone who helped us out on the road, and all the kind souls we met or reunited with on the journey. We couldn’t have asked for a better two weeks.
Two more things: look out for tour photos soon and we’ll be posting the entire album on the download page as soon as Bill gets a hot second. If you bought the album, feel free to burn it for your friends, put it on Limewire, or whatever. Just promise to come see us when we roll through next time.