- Wake up @ 6 am
- Arrive at airport
I had a direct flight from Jacksonville to Houston. I flew on a small jet and my cymbal bag would not fir in the overhead compartment...DAMN. So we took off and I quickly went into sleep mode. About an hour into my flight I noticed that I was FREEZING! I was sitting in seat 2A, which happened to be a window and an aisle seat combo, and apparently this seat was catching the draft from the front door.
So I landed safe in Houston about 10:30 am. I checked my voicemail to find a message from PT saying that his flight had been cancelled due to the storms that ravished Atlanta. No biggie. After all I was in Houston with my baggage and everything was o.k. So PT sent me the hotel info and contact info for the promoter. Don't ya just love Blackberry's and iPhone's.
I arrived at the Holiday Inn and proceeded to have a Chicken Ceasar Salad from the hotel restaurant. Then I went to my room for a little R&R. Later that afternoon I met up with my friend Jerry "Rock" Stark and his lovely wife Barbara, which was a good thing because they actually drove me to and from the gig. At this point the rest of the band had not arrived yet. Damn storms in Atlanta.
So we go to the gig. PT, Kirk and Rodney FINALLY arrived and looked like hell worn over! They had been up since 3 am, because they had to fly out of Orlando, and had been stuck in the Atlanta airport all day. To make matters worse, when their original flight was cancelled, the wonderful T.S.A. workers left Kirk's effects pedals in the rain. Kirk found that out as he was attempting to sound check...note the word attempting.
So now the concert is delayed. Do we see a pattern developing here? Luckily Kirk is from Houston so he called in a few favors and managed to borrow some effects pedals from his buddies. So alas, the show goes on.
We had a good show. Rodney was playing his NEW bass, and his amp sounded like a lawnmower with a fouled-out spark plug. I played a set of Yamaha's. I think they make better jet-ski's than drums! But everyone loved it, so all is well.
The concert ended and after packing up and driving back to hotel, I believe it was near 3am. It was then PT says to us, "Wake-up call at 5am". I thought to myself "you have to actually sleep to receive a wake-up call".
- Back to airport at 5:30 am
- Board plane
- fall asleep around 7am
ANOTHER 24 HOUR DAY OF ROCK!!!
I LOVE MY JOB!