4 Months In - Musings on the road

It's been a long time since I've last posted something on this blog about the show, and there are plenty of reasons as to why I stopped. The main reason is frankly because I got tired of writing the blog. It's interesting how redundant things get out on the road. The same people, the same show, the same bus, and the hours go by quickly and slowly at the same time, a monotony that never quite lifts itself from whatever new experience you encounter. Yet, at the same time, there is a wonderful freedom to it all, and a family atmosphere that rears its wonderful head at times when you least expect it. The friendships that are made are bound by the frustrations of the road at first, then by the subtleties of the individual personalities. Tempers flare and the smiles become a bit more wry and ironic, but for me it feels almost fulfilling to see those emotions. We all feel tired, lonely at times, pained by the lack of the familiarities of "home." It's a strange comfort to know that you aren't alone in those feelings, though. They come and go, good and bad, which I guess isn't that abnormal. Every night, though, the show is still there, and so are the audience, waiting to be entertained, to experience a story that will lift themselves up, make them cry, laugh, just emote right back at the action in front of them. And that, for me, is what keeps things moving. Whether it's a roar for the ensemble or for anyone else on that stage, it's the fuel that keeps the fire burning. I've met a few fans personally over the last few months, and the stories they have are always interesting, and the reaction that they have to us is often daunting to me. "Why," I ask myself? "I'm just a dude from NY who sings." And like Ted has always said, "I'm just a rock drummer from Texas." I guess it's just a so-be-it kind of thing. We traveling folk have our own little world, filled with drama just like the rest of the world. It'll be nice for us to have our little break coming up here.