So, All morning I’ve been mulling over a growing list of things that I have to remember to pack in the car to take to the Garden State. Of course there are things like underwear and socks, but more important stuff, too, like the vinyl test pressings that came in the mail on Wednesday, and the tiny, two octave synth that I will be playing at the show in Nyack, NY.
I seem to always put things off until the last minute and think that I can hold the list of everything that I need to pack in my head, but inevitably I forget at least one thing. You think I would learn to pack the night before or make a list on paper, but no, I’m too stubborn or lazy to do practical things like that. Someday I will mature into a person who is not a procrastinator and gets his lists on paper.
I really am excited about the show tomorrow night. Like I said previously, I get to play my parts on a 2 octave synth. It has been fun practicing (I’m not much of a piano player) and creating the synth bass sounds. It’s also been refreshing to see the songs in a new way.
I’m also excited that we can fit everything that needs to go into our teeny tiny VW Golf. Being the pack-master that I am, it will all fit and have enough room leftover for 3 of us to ride comfortably on the 6-7 hour trip. Should be a rockin’ time on I-80.
Driving the Golf is a relief because every time an out of town show looms near, I start to tremble with fear because of our ailing van, Blanche. For a long time I have been concerned that the wheels will simply fly off when we’re on the road because of the way she looks and feels on the road. It’s also got more rust than most abandoned Pittsburgh factories. I refuse to let anyone else drive because I somehow believe that due to my past employment as a professional school bus driver, I will be able to handle Blanche safely in case her wheels actually do come off or all of our gear fall through the growing rust holes on the floor of the cargo area. I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m also a bit of a compulsive control freak. Maybe someday I’ll grow out of that, too. It will probably happen when we get a new van.
The strong mug of gunpowder green tea that I drank and the Field Music album that I’m listening to is getting me excited to drive on I-80. The caffeine may explain my stream-of-consciousness style post.
Apologetically yours (for the rambling post),
Trevor
Tags: Blanche, Test Pressings