I spend a few minutes looking over the local paper while sipping on a hot chai tea. A few guys from the other bands break my pleasant morning's peacefulness by shouting to each other across the catering room about all of the insanity that took place the night before. A crew member sits next to me with a guilty grin on his face. "So, how's your trailer?" I look up from an article I am reading about Dia. "Fine. Fine. Our trailer is doing great." I give him a quizzical glance. The normal protocol between people on the tour, and come to think of it, people on the planet, would be to ask each other how each person is doing or maybe how all of our kids or relatives are doing. Normally people don't inquire about how our "mode of transportation" is doing.
I can tell he senses my confusion. "Well, last night me and a couple of guys were slinging around ice bags from the top of a hill tryin' to hit your trailer." "Naturally", I'm thinking to myself. "I threw mine and ended up tossin' my own body down the hill with the momentum and ended up ramming my head into your trailer once I got to the bottom of the hill!"
I tried to seem enthusiastic. "Ugh huh." Silence. "Nice weather outside." I muttered. I wasn't going to touch that one.
A member from Justin Moore's band attempted to keep down a bit of scrambled eggs and coffee. His skin looked grey. He pushed his plate away after two bites, stood up, and announced in a country drawl to no one and everybody at the same time, "I'm gonna go bayack to bead for a few awwers, and try this agayen…" I could almost hear the jingle of the imaginary spurs on his feet and the swinging of the non-existent wooden saloon doors as he trudged away.
Man, I must have missed one hell of a tour party last night.
After breakfast, I found the paper sign with "Dia Frampton Green Room" printed in big bold ink on one of the doors in the arena. I took a peak around. No towels yet. Must be too early for our tour manager to be awake. I knocked on production's door. "Hi Beth. Do we have towels yet?" "Yes we do!" She chirped brightly. "We got nice towels today!" It's the little things that make a day better on tour, especially for us girls.
Everything feels so final today. I wonder who will keep in touch with who, what relationships will blossom in the coming years, which musicians will find leads with which bands because of a "connection" made on this tour. I know Nick is going to be best friends with Tracy, Blake's drummer, because Nick always jives with the drummers on tour.
I suppose more than relationships, for me I'm going to be taking back memories. On our day sheets, Robert, our tour manager, always leaves famous encouraging quotes. Today his quote was by him.
It read: "It was an honor to tour with such amazing people. I know we've had a lot of ups and downs this tour, but that doesn't mean we all don't mean a lot to each other! Thank you for teaching me more than I could take on this tour! Will miss all of you so much! ~Robert"
P.S. I asked Nick, "Any last words?" He said, "Umm…not really…It's been fun? What's the context?" "It's my "End of Tour" blog!" I urge him on. And all we do is simply nod at each other, Tired and Happy.