the band

When the band is here, they bring a whole different world with them. A world where people stay up late and leave for a new city every morning. A world of clubs and sound checks and opening bands, sleeping on floors and living out of duffle bags. And the music- at the end of the day that's why they do it. To stand there on the stage with that music they made.

So, we stayed up late. The kids had a sleepover, their first, with good friends of ours. And Chris and I had dinner and saw the show and crashed out at a quarter to one. The band came in later but they are always very good house guests.  We woke up and it was quiet. I can't tell you how strange that was.

We roused Uncle Michael and went to breakfast and Meeting, and then he had to hit the road.
So fast but worth it. That's how it is when the band is in town.

24 hours with the band

We love it when Uncle Michael's band come through town on a tour. They always crash with us and Chris or I (this time both!) get to go out and hear them play. It's a whirlwind as they drive in from somewhere and have just an hour or two before sound check and show set-up and then we get the next morning with them before they have to head out to the next stop.

But even with just a bit of time, we make room. For brunch and walks to school, for jam sessions with a real drum kit, and with bongos. For Chris to work the merch table and for both of us to watch the show.

We are always glad to be the Seattle stop on the tour.