Backstage with Baldy
Ft. Wayne – May 21st
We’ve nearly hit the one-month mark, and I for one don’t know where I am.
We’ve all heard stories about artists up on stage saying hello to Cincinnati when they’re actually in Akron.
Well, I can fully understand where that comes from. If I didn’t have a tour itinerary at my disposal, there are times when I would be at a loss for not only where I was, but also what time zone I was in and what day of the week it was (I rarely know what day of the week it is out here).
Unfortunately the band relies on me for information, so my typical response to any question a band member has about times or places is a long awkward pause followed by some nervous stammering, and then I get our tour manager Chuck on the radio for the answer.
There’s something about being on the move that can mess with your head.
Nearly every day it’s a new city, a new state, a different time zone, and a different hotel.
I’m not so sure everyone out here is walking around in a daze mumbling to themselves like me, but I know it hits everyone at one point.
It’s not like this with a normal job.
I know. I’ve had one. For those of you with a regular 9 to 5 type of job, Friday has significance. Not for us. Every day is Friday out here. And yet every day is Monday. And if that makes any sense to you, then I’ve given you a sliver of insight into how things feel out here (or maybe you’re just high).
Basically what I’m saying is that it took me a minute to figure out I was in Ft. Wayne, then it took another minute to figure out where Ft. Wayne was (I’m really bad at geography).
With all of that being said, I’m happy to be here.
At least I think I am. I’m kind of numb actually, as I only got 90 minutes of sleep last night.
Insufficient sleep is part of the bargain you make when you go out on the road, but 90 minutes is just beyond stupid. So I performed my regular duties throughout the day in Ft. Wayne with my eyes half open and my brain half shut, and a distinct tingly feeling all over my body.
When it was all said and done though, I had a great time in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, (population 255,000. Located in the northeastern corner of the state, in the eastern standard time zone), and so did 2,200 Alice In Chains fans.
Now I just need to find out where I’ll be waking up tomorrow…
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