Being on the road in a band takes a special type of person; and that person is not me. The way things have been going lately, I feel like the exact opposite. Though I am not a fan of mediocrity, I am a fan of consistency and stability; and an even bigger fan of being close to the people I love.
When I made the decision to ditch life and join a band, I never fully wrapped my head around how displaced from an actual life I would have to become. As the future becomes the present and there are plans coming to life that would keep me away until at least next April, I feel like I’m sinking into a routine that pulls me away from my life entirely. The more I dwell on it and think about it, that’s the very last thing I want. Ya, it would be great to play real shows to lots of kids every night, but really, how long is that going to hold it’s excitement? I get more excited thinking about being able to save money, have a real job, enjoy time with my girlfriend and family, have my own apartment.
I look forward a few months, years even, and see no way out. It really sucks. This tour especially, I feel like I am wasting so much of my time playing shows 3,000 miles from home to 11 uninterested kids. Tonight I would kill to be in San Francisco enjoying my favorite band with my favorite girl. Fuck Tennessee. Fuck touring.
