The other night in a pleasant little suburban village north of Philly our opener finished at 8:30 and the stage was set and ready to go soon after that, so we thought, being a weeknight, we’d go on at 8:50 rather than 9 and make it an early night.
No such luck. Charlene still had curlers in her hair. Curlers!
There’s girl energy on the bus for the first time ever. Three girls –left to right above — April (cello), Charlene (violin), and Katie (merchandise). When you live on a bus and fart in the narrow aisle between the bunks it can make things complicated. You have to think twice before going to bed in The Boxers Where You Pop Out The Hole. You have to wear Bamboxers almost every day.
Or, if you’re Luke, after the show you have a couple of pints at the Karaoke bar in Keswick or Glenside, or wherever we were, and you choose “Fa Fa” from the book. Before handing you the mic, the karaoke master dj man says “I don’t think we’ve ever played this one here!”