The first day jitters come with any tour we start and usually subside by the time we establish a routine.
I spent most of my afternoon pondering the reception of our first night's performance. The worried weight favored more on the technical side of things. The Coheed Curse! (We have a history of first day technical shenanigans.) It's hard to understand the feeling of loneliness that comes with an amp error or guitar string pops. How do I remain entertaining in these moments? These problems occur fairly often with a first night, but I'm happy to say our new crew came through for us and made our transition from Vay-cay to stage play seamless. Hats off to those guys! Now it's time to dust off the old crazy legs and get them back into dancing form. Mama, break out the oil--the Tin-man needs a drink.
On the other side of things, it's a helluva show to be a part of. I know for some of you it's a bit hard to swallow, but where the hell else would we go? Coheed has always had a hard time finding a place to fit in. I've come to accept, a long time ago, that all music is art and should be embraced in all forms and facets 'cause walls are simply no fun to look at. Limiting is for order, not for perception. Which is why I want to play with everybody and why we're here.
With that said, I watched Slipknot's set yesterday and was completely blown away. The young rocker in me, who wished to see KISS in their heyday had gotten his wish. They killed, no, they butchered that mother with a spiked nail covered sledge hammer, and boy, was there blood. I'm sold. I'm into it. So come tomorrow, your fearlful leader might be toothless, wearing a broken face or dead because tonight...I enter Thunderdome.
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