On the Road

The complex challenge to starting a new tour is to quickly learn the idiosyncrasies of the crew & band. Everyone has their own interpretation of comical, sarcastic banter versus being bitter and down right mean. Bitter bastards are inherently sarcastic and you know it every time they speak at you, their tone screams, “you half-wit!”

I, on the other hand, like to think I’ve a sarcastic wit that evokes camaraderie and lifts spirits all in the name fun. But misinterpretation and efforts are, at times, lost when the “new person” tries to integrate into a camp that has been together for a long time; making it difficult to NOT feel like the fish out of water all of the time.

Even when sarcasm is not the subtext in what you say, chosen words, the tone of your voice along with a mild translational challenges when working with people of other nationalities & mother tongues; somehow leave this silly blonde American tongue-tied.

No one likes to be the outsider, even worse is to feel like one all the time. You’d like to discover a way to migrate into the new family so you don’t feel like a million miles away from your real family. Like the feeling of the instant oatmeal family; simply add hot water & stir. Pre-mixed and ready for you. But once you meet the porridge family, one might find it difficult to blend and too thick to swallow; it’s a land where you have to boil the shit for very long time, monitor its progress and if you aren’t careful – you’ll burn the porridge and yourself.

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