I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.....
Last weekend I was the Production Supervisor at the Bon Jovi show in Central Park. It was a big show but really, these days, the only real challenge in doing a show like that is staying awake for a series of 20 hour days. Unless it's a band I'm working for directly a gig is a gig is a gig, there's just more shit to deal with than usual. By the time the band got onstage I was well into the load out and trying to go home - which is as it should be.
This week I went to Red Rocks near Denver for a venue visit. I'd never been there before and it was breathtaking. I'm doing a show there (not on stage, but as a production monkey) in a few weeks so it was good to get the lay of the land. There's something about Denver that I really like - maybe it's because the west seems to start there and there are some big f***-off mountains down the road. And people in Colorado are so frigging healthy; hiking and running up mountains and shit. Freaks. But wholesome ones. One could imagine settling down with a nice girl from Colorado and opening an organic milk farm or a tent store, after running up a mountain for breakfast. If I wasn't such a deadhearted git I might do just that. But sadly, I feel like such a tumor in places like that; like everyone's so nice, and they just can't appreciate just how much I'm not...
Traveling was a schlepp - flights were booked silly and at Denver airport there were endless Orange Alerts set against the calmest airport environment I've ever been in. A public address system endlessly and pointlessly told bovine-blooded people to be terrified of a non-specified threat.It was like there was an agenda to scare people and to wind them up for no reason. But who would do something like that?
Nothing to do it's up to you
