I remember seeing this tweet from Ryan at some point on Monday…
Then I went to Google Maps and did the math — we had a 9pm show in Bloomington Indiana that night, it was 5:30, and he was 3 hours and 45 minutes away in Bloomington Illinois. If he’d already rented a car and hit the road he’d be okay. Otherwise we’d have to hold the show for him. Either way, he’s a jackass.
So as Ryan traveled via economy-sized Hyundai from one Bloomington to another, we planned his entrance for him, and executed it perfectly:
Knowing many people at the show had already seen his tweet and might be wondering if he’d make it at all, we took the stage as a trio — me, Luke, and Adam. I explained the situation to the crowd, the airport mix up, the rental car, the fact that we hadn’t heard from him in an hour — and I pitched our solution:
We’d make the best of it and just play the blues until he got there.
Then we launched into some really generic blues, with Luke singing “The thrill is gone… the thrill is gone away….” and Adam solo-ing on acoustic guitar, in that exaggerated Adam way. Some people laughed uncomfortably in the crowd. Some people yelled “woo” and tried to encourage us. But mostly people were wondering how long we would really do the blues thing, because honestly, it was unbearably bad. There are bands that can get away with playing blues in a situation like that, but Guster is not one of them. If we are playing the blues, it is because we are making a joke.
And after a couple minutes of making them sweat, Ryan burst into the theater dragging a rolling bag, with his parka on, yelling “make it stop!” and then he picked up his guitar and we launched into “This Could All Be Yours” while the crowd went nuts, mainly in a “sigh-of-relief” kind of way.
Someone took a picture of Ryan’s luggage on stage:
Thanks @alcberry. For letting me rob your Twitter.