2003-06-23

Road Trip

So, this past Saturday was the big road trip to NYC to play Sing Along With Bleu�. Instead of trying to recreate the day in some kind of narrative form, I'll just touch on some of the key facts regarding a same-day trip to and from New York City in a van full of fucking freaks (and I mean this in the best possible way).

• Anyone who spends the night before his out-of-town gig making peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches for the entire ensemble for the drive down deserves nothing less than total megastardom.
• Brett Rosenberg singing the Van Halen catalog in the voice of Michael McDonald is never not funny. Brett Rosenberg singing anything in the voice of Michael McDonald is never not funny. Never. Not. Funny.
• I'd forgotten how much I enjoy rest stops. I almost like them more than the actual destination, in most cases.
• The only time I eat Swedish Fish is when I'm on a road trip. I think it's because I know I'm in a van full of musicians, who won't be grossed out as I stick my hand in my mouth to pick masticated red goo out of my back molars. Because, you know, when you're in that kind of situation, there's just no way to maintain any semblance of "cool." You are going to be gross, you are going to eat gross food, and there's just no point in pretending to be a dainty flower when you're not.
• Apparently, this is how Jeff Lynne records: he sticks five guys in the room with acoustic guitars, and they just play the progressions in a very rote, up-down kind of way. Then, he records the vocals. After that, he records the rest of the instruments. And THEN, he records the drums....one drum at a time. I need to listen to my ELO records now.

lisamcc at 5:59 p.m.

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