Restless

I'm a restless Imp. Even working for HerSelf days on end isn't enough to wear me out sufficiently to sleep. Significantly tired, but I'm just not capable of Sleeping on the bus. I rest, I doze, but I don't sleep. It's starting to catch up with me.

Sorry for the lack of posts in the last couple of days. We have been Busy, Busy, Busy here on tour. This is the Really Busy portion of our itinerary right now. We are almost to NYC (and home for me) though. Looking forward to petting my kittahs and having a sporadic night or two in my own bed this coming week. A luxury unheard of in Rock-n-Roll.

Previously:

Philly:

The show went well, although it seems a lifetime ago. Yes, it was only a couple of days but right now, even with coffee in front of me, I don't really remember that much of the performance. It's all coming back to me now: The Philly audiences are sedate (perhaps cause it's not a hockey game?). They just tend to be more reserved. Oh they scream at the end but not the rambunctious crowd of other cities. The thing I remember most about Philly is that I cried. Now, it comes as no surprise to most of you (that attend concerts with me) that certain performers make me weep. Darren Does it, HerSelf Does it; it's my mark of exceptional performance. I don't cry in everyday life, but certain vocalists cause my tear ducts to open up and freely flow. Call it a release of excitement, sometimes I'm touched, I know. I've wept at every HerSelf concert that I've paid to see, and every Darren show as well; it's why I continue to spend money to see them. I enjoy it. I must have been feeling a bit fragile(?) in Philly cause HerSelfs high notes where touching me; Just There: the money notes; the sweet spots. More than one dancer asked if I was ok, thinking my foot was bothering me perhaps, when it was really all in my head. I will admit that I was in mourning. For what I'm not exactly sure, and certainly won't discuss here now. Let's just say that I saw myself in the front row in Philly. There was this young Mo in the front row, dressed to kill in his tight blue shirt, white jeans, fabulous black boots, with his hair DONE, and his favorite accessory (fag hag) sitting next to him. He was INto the show, singing along, couldn't sit still, (had obviously been watching too many dvd's of HerSelf, cause he had her moves DOWN, and was hitting them before She did onstage). Let's just say he was LIVING for the show. Something about it touched me, just there, and then she hit her money note on the second song, the power of love became the power to make Imp weep, and I just lost my shit. The bodyguards asked if I was ok, the carpenter asked if I was ok, the dancers asked if I was ok. 'Yes, dammit, I'm fine, don't touch me!' (oh I am so my mothers child) Just no way to explain then (or now) what happened. It was just an emotional release, and it wasn't the last of the evening either. Everytime I stepped out from under the deck during the show, I couldn't help but see this kid having the time of his life and that would pull me out of MY show and into the Voice that was echoing all around me and I would lose it all over again. So much for being de-sensitized...

So that was My Philly show... Loadout and then on to the bus where we immediately departed for the casino in Connecticut. Out in the middle of no-where, although it was beautiful and green before the remnants of the hurricane blew in. Then it was just WET. No day off, no hotel room, 4 hours of sleep and then up and at em for the load in and the second 18+ hour day in a row.

CT was different. It was my first "flat' stage performance with this tour. Meaning: we didn't set up our arena set, we were on a flat stage in a real theatre. The good news is: no stooping under the deck, we had booths to change in where we could all stand up!! It was a beautiful theatre, small by our standards and I (personally) thought beneath our effort, but the audience seemed into the show. Altered set list to make the show casino friendly (shorter) and with less equipment came a very quick loadout. All for the good, since nobody was well rested when we arrived and we had to think outside the box and pay attention with the new setup and configurations. We also started later than usual, by a whole hour, so I actually had a moment to sit down following dinner. I had to find things to do to keep myself awake so I would remain(?) show-ready and not fall asleep! We had another great crew here and even though we had no washers/dryers and had to send everything out, we managed to get the Girl up and running!!

Then back onto the bus and now we are in DC, where we have a day off before we WOW them tomorrow night!! I was thinking it would be fun to revisit the Smithsonian here, but I think I'm going to opt for trying to get some rest today. Again, not Sleeping on the bus isn't healthy, and I do need more than 4 hours of sleep... hehehe See, I can be sensible at times... I haven't been in DC since High School and would love to revisit some of the monuments and museums but I think I'm going to forgo it for a relaxing day in bed. In addition, I'm plotting something for my December break and I need to get off the blog and onto my travel sites and see if I can find something acceptable and affordable. I have a plan, I just need to see if I can make it within a price point that I deem OK... hehehe NO, it's not Europe, don't panic. I believe I will remain in the what is considered the USA. It's going to be somewhere WARM though, I do not enjoy snow....

Happy Monday to you all. I'm going to log now... Love and Light to you all!!!

When next we speak, I'll be back in the nyc area!!!