Yesterday


Sunday:
10:30am... Sitting in Chris' car as the rural houses fly by. NOFX is on the stereo. They will never be able to replicate the magic of "Punk In Drublic" but this will do. There are some slower songs and I watch the grass bleed into a blur of green with the occasional crop patch. I stare at the asphalt whizzing by. How many times has this highway brought me back? How many good times have I run to on this highway?
Chris changes the CD, it's Bayside's accoustic album. This fits my mood better as the first track sings of a dead friend... 'should we still set his place?' the song asks...
I look up at the clouds. They are cumulus. Puffy like tufts of cotton. A few weeks ago, I was in the sky as the jet pierced through them, looked like valleys of cotton, like I could run, and bounce in a private wonderland. No wonder angels never want to leave.
I close my eyes. Try to get some rest. In another hour, the bustle of Houston will be upon us and I will be forced to take in all the activity and sights.

12:30 noonish... Luchadore photo shoot. This is surreal. Doesn't feel like it is happening. Stop. Pose. Hold it. Look angry. Look Sad. Look Mad. Group shot. Single shot. This takes all day. Every pose imaginable. Studio lights aren't hot. But they are bright. I've never been a subject before. I'd be lying if I said it didn't stroke my ego. Glad I've been working out. Don't feel flabby at all. Feel actually pretty tough. They show us some test shots on our first break. They look.... good. Damn Good.
Ok boys... take 5. You'll be doing this for awhile.

5pm... Going home. Bellies full of Chinese food. Yank Sing is the best. Doesn't feel like a band trip to Houston unless we eat there. Talk in the car is excited chatter. Those pictures look good. People have high expectations for the band, want to get our music out of Victoria, and out of Texas. Did you hear who is rumoured to headline that big show coming up? Wow, I hope that deal goes through for us. Call from the missus. Yeah, we're coming home. Yes.. it was good. I'm tired. It's exhuasting.

6:30... home. Relax. Good day. Feels like we did something. Music rules my life right now. My daughter runs up to show me what she drew. People in the house. Family. Lots of activity. No one can stop this feeling.