Lost in Thought.....

Once home from touring, everything comes to a drastic halt. Having worked & traveled for months on end, at breakneck pace, to then find yourself sitting in your very own living room. You hit a wall of exhaustion and two weeks later, when you wake from your blurry eye slumber you realize you have no friends to hang out with. All your friends are still out on tour or live in some other part of the world. A great distance, divided by continents yet connected thru technology. Via email and instant messaging – we play the virtual game of “Where’s Waldo” to find one another.

Currently, I’m in Tampa – having just flown in from Paris.
My best “moo” friend bounces between Phoenix & LA and soon the UK.
My favorite ex is in Melbourne.
My fabulous girlfriend is in NYC.
The sweetest guitar tech in the world is in London.
The grand poobah of tour managers is in Newcastle.
One seriously great production manager finds himself in Mexico City.
And yet another is nestled somewhere in the jungles of Thailand, riding on the back of an elephant.

Having an interminable traveling gig, while touring with a rock star, can weight heavy on you. Those who tour for a living not only travel for work but also travel to escape work. This can limit your friends because those who live & work in the same postal code can’t grasp traveling the world year round. And those of us perennially traveling cannot grasp the concept of working & living in the same place. Roadies scare the hell out of suburbanites, yet they all secretly wish they could run away and join our circus.

1. Sarah says,

   so its not just me then.. that got off tour less than a week ago, and can’t quite get settled. its strange not to pick up the hotel phone and find a buddy to grab some food in some city on some day off. to find myself “here” the place i have longed to see the 8 months i’ve been gone.. yet i’m here.. and its hard to adjust. i don’t know a soul here.. i don’t really have the time to find friends here. and i can’t really be bothered, b/c i will be gone again soon. its when you come “home” that you realize, you have to make your home yourself.. no one else can. and no one else will… You spend your entire year on the road, break from the family you make.. and then your left with what you have. I’m learning that. Okay.. i’m rambling. But i must say.. i’m a little less lonley knowing i’m not the only one “home” that feels just a bit outta place xoxo
2. Rob says,

   As a former person that toured for a non-profit at the break neck pace that you speak of, I no longer secretly want to be a part of the craziness that unfolds on a daily basis. I prefer to have good friends in one postal code. Best wishes to you during this holiday season both in Vegas and out.

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