On the Road

Happy Gobble Gobble!

There’s something fundamentally wrong if I’m eating take out from Sbarro’s Pizzeria on Thanksgiving Day.

It was the only place open in the food court near the venue. Yep, one of the many glamorous hazards of a gig that requires you to travel for a living. Touring during the holidays can be less than festive, as the holiday simply morphs into another gig day. Then there are times you work with different cultures, those who don’t celebrate your holiday, and so it becomes a mute point.

Despite the fact I’m actually in my country of birth – today, I feel like a million miles away because I am not with my family. Usually, your touring family can carry you thru these times but some tours lack the cohesiveness that one may have experienced before.

No tour can compare to the last gig nor can the future gig be compared to the present. Hence, comparison becomes a waste of time.

Today, I actually wish I were on the other side of the world versus being on the other side my own country because it’s too damn close and so is McCarran airport, which compels me to get on a plane and fly home. But here I sit, in my hotel room, glass of Cabernet in hand. No turkey, no stuffing, no apple pie. Thank god for mobile phones because calling Mom and watching the Macy’s Day Parade together while listening to her four yappy dogs bark at the parade balloons, well, kind of makes me feel like home.

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