Day Twelve

I have always enjoyed visiting Omaha. Having been on a record label from this town, Omaha has always been a Midwestern oasis, a place where I knew I would see some familiar faces and I would have a good time. This visit has been a little different. Most of my old school Omaha friends have moved away or were out of town. Others just didn’t come out. One friend from NC made it and hooked us up with lodging which we greatly appreciate.

The point of all of this is that in the absence of old friends and familiar faces, I made NEW friends and now have a whole new group of familiar faces that I can look forward to seeing down the road. The show was fun, the venue was nice, but the camaraderie is what helps me wake up feeling good. And if I’m good at anything, it’s camaraderie.

I feel like I have developed a fondness for this band The Story Changes that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I’m not sure how to put it into words, but they brought me out of my tour shell to a great degree. Somewhere along the line I realized that I don’t have a lot more time for this kind of thing. I mean, in a year I will either be done altogether with Serious Rocking and Rolling, or I will be travelling in a tour bus or some shit. So my time of chilling in the van, hanging out after shows, getting to know friends of friends, that’s all very limited. I need to take advantage of the opportunities when I can. Even when I was in Sorry About Dresden I shied away from getting out there and hanging with people. It’s not too late to make up for it!

Today looks like it could seriously be sunny for more than an hour or two. We need to find a self serve car wash so we can get all this Des Moines mud off the van and get it good and cleaned out. We return it in just a few days. Also, today the Lemmy goes away. Today is the day of the handlebar. Nicknaming contest forthcoming…


^Des Moines^

Well, the van is now cleanish. We got the Des Mudnes off, managed to get all of the caulk and adhesive off the side where the window repair douchebags left us a nice mess. We’re still trying to get our headlight replaced, as the ford dealership wouldn’t take us in or let us borrow the special tool you apparently need to do it. Ugh. No worries though. We got to Kansas City and I ate some KC Barbecue. Not bad, but I miss home!

Tomorrow, St. Louis, then we drive home and play Raleigh on Thursday. I can almost feel my bed. It’s so nice! For the time being, WINDFARMS!