Tonight while attempting to dodge the morass of network TV and utterly ignoring anything constructive I could have been doing, I found myself watching the better part of a behind the scenes video about a band that had an opening slot on a recent tour with Blink-182.
It was pretty much what you'd expect -- footage of backstage mayhem, drunken debachery, hanging out with guitar techs and rigging crews, sleeping in the van, puking behind the stage, generally cavorting and having a good time just to keep yourself from going crazy from the night to night repeditiveness of a national tour -- but somehow it always gets to me.
You get close to things. You feel the air rush over you as it drives by you headed the other way. It's a strange thing to miss the wind. A strange thing to covet that kind of turbulence.
And yeah, I realize the video footage was carefully edited to make it look like it was all fun and booze and laughter and whatever -- but it's not like I haven't been there. Working the stages, hanging with the bands. Being there for the kind of moments that freeze like snapshots in your mind, become truly inside jokes for only the select few that were there to see it...
You can't possibly understand just how much I miss it sometimes.
But still - of all the people to make you wonder about your choices, of all the bands to help hock up your regrets hairball...
Blink?
It was pretty much what you'd expect -- footage of backstage mayhem, drunken debachery, hanging out with guitar techs and rigging crews, sleeping in the van, puking behind the stage, generally cavorting and having a good time just to keep yourself from going crazy from the night to night repeditiveness of a national tour -- but somehow it always gets to me.
You get close to things. You feel the air rush over you as it drives by you headed the other way. It's a strange thing to miss the wind. A strange thing to covet that kind of turbulence.
And yeah, I realize the video footage was carefully edited to make it look like it was all fun and booze and laughter and whatever -- but it's not like I haven't been there. Working the stages, hanging with the bands. Being there for the kind of moments that freeze like snapshots in your mind, become truly inside jokes for only the select few that were there to see it...
You can't possibly understand just how much I miss it sometimes.
But still - of all the people to make you wonder about your choices, of all the bands to help hock up your regrets hairball...
Blink?