Backstage with Baldy
San Antonio – May 26th
Leg 1 of the tour wrapped up in San Antonio, and all I can say is that it’s been worth the wait to get back out here again.
Making the record was fun, and having some free time was nice, but there’s nothing quite like being on the road.
This last month has been an absolute blast.
Hanging with the guys again, checking into hotels at 5:00 A.M., eating half a bag of barbecue chips for dinner because I was too busy to get to catering, picking up Mike’s sweaty stage clothes that were strewn all over the dressing room floor after the gig; these are all things that make up part of an average day.
Making sure the band members made it on time to their scheduled interviews and meet & greets (they rarely did), running from the back of the venue to the will-call window to deliver some passes that got left out of someone’s envelope, telling a persistent hotel maid that I don’t have a Do Not Disturb sign, I don’t need my room cleaned, and to QUIT F*#@ING KNOCKING!!!
Forgetting to deliver Jerry’s guitars from the warm-up room backstage to his tech during the show, then having to sprint about 5 city blocks from the stage to the dressing room to grab them before everything got packed up after the show.
Sitting in very close proximity to a serial farter on a three hour flight (it wasn’t a band member either. I would have recognized it), and trying to operate a camera with numb fingers due to 40 degree temperatures at showtime for three straight gigs.
These memories are seared in my brain.
But you know you had a good time when you can look back and laugh at everything that drove you insane over the course of a tour.
Once the dust settles and it’s all over, what always stands out is the amazing amount of fun it was.
Travelling around the country, meeting new people, watching fans go nuts at the shows, and most importantly, hanging out with the band and crew (and fans. You guys aren’t half bad. And you have excellent taste in music).
This is what makes touring worth all of the multiple ass pains that go along with it.
And the really beautiful part is that this is just the beginning.
We’re going to be doing this for months and months and months.
I don’t anticipate getting a good night’s sleep until midway through 2014, and I don’t care.
So as we head home for a few days before jumping back into things, I just want to say thanks to all of you who read this.
I kind of think of myself as a mother bird feeding its young, but instead of vomiting grubs and worms into your eager mouths, I’m barfing up stupid yet nutritious stories about life on tour with Alice In Chains.
I really appreciate the fact that there are people out there that gulp down what I spew out, and I mean that in a most sincere and hygienic way in which the words spew and gulp don’t properly convey.
See you back here in the nest in a couple weeks…