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the rob part 2/trip back to fayetteville plan was executed flawlessly.
there were 50 people at the show last night. probably more like 150, but it felt more like a sound check than a show. robs set was exactly the same as sundays(which perplexes me knowing he has such a giant catalog to work with), but had a totally different vibe. he was well received, which was a releif, because i was worried about him playing to such a teeny tiny crowd. lots of chat between songs. he calls burping belching. which is way cute in that accent of his. i sat in the second row next to a mortician who headbanged in her seat during black metallic. no joke. his falsetto was shot, so he played a slightly different version of my name is love, and when he did go for the high naaaaaaaaame at the end of the song his voice cracked and cut out, which was kind of beautiful in an imperfect/real sort of way. his hair was still long, tho i think he had some product in it to keep it a little more under control. didnt stick around for the meet and greet, which is a shame, because there were so few people there and i probably coulda got some quality time with him, but i needed to get on the road. drove 3 more hours to marietta, ohio and if theres one thing that i know about marietta (actually, i think there is only one thing i know about marietta) its that you do NOT want to stay at their econo lodge. ick. i felt dirtier after i got out of the shower this morning than i did before. and after 6+ hours in the car and a show at a smoky club, i was pretty dirty.
few things i learned on this trip:
k-rock in cleveland is the best (tho i have to say im NOT a rovers morning glory fan). i didnt think that sort of alternative station existed anymore. but in the short time i was listening, i got the sweater song, she don't use jelly, dani california, super bon bon, fun lovin criminals scooby snacks, and dcfc's i will follow you into the dark. i know im forgetting some but i was super impressed.
you know those runaway truck ramps on the freeway in the mountains, i really want to drive up one of them just for fun...but maybe not in my car, you know, in case something goes horribly awry.
the more i hear of ryan adams, the more i love him. (thanks matt!)
one of the best parts about road trips is sbarro pizza at travel plazas. not something id usually eat, but when your other options are burger king or tudors biscuit world, greasy pizza yum wins every time.
one of the worst parts about solo road trips is wanting to switch drivers, but not having anyone to switch with.
i have lots of interesting ideas when im driving, but manage to forget almost all of them by the time i get home. maybe i should get one of those digital voice recorder thingies.
and yeah, i know, it might seem like im going a little overboard with the whole rob thing, but i cant think of much else in life that could come close to making me as happy. so fuck it. the experience was totally worth spending another 30 dollars on concert ticket for a 45 minute show and a subjecting myself to an evening in a less than desirable hotel room.
"The way to find out about happiness is to keep your mind on those
moments when you feel most happy, when you are really happy not
excited, not just thrilled, but deeply happy. This requires a little
bit of self-analysis. What is it that makes you happy? Stay with it, no
matter what people tell you. This is what is called following your
bliss."
-Joseph Campbell
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