Day 37: Dallas, TX
This is Kevin Zazarra or Za as we know him. He’s a hard-working cat who looks after our equipment, moves our stuff, directs the hands, sets up our rigs and takes care of any problems. He’s lived the rock and roll lifestyle for years and has a heart of gold. Every night as i walk on stage he hands me my tuned guitar, a pick and says “Have a great show, brother”. We have our guitar changes, including the shedding of the jacket, down to a science and if i so much as look like i’m having a problem with something he’s ready to jump on it and do whatever it takes to keep the rock alive. He never lets our gear out of his sight and, be warned, he has a problem with people stealing our set lists or fiddling with my pedals. Just ask nicely. He’s worked with a ton of crazy guitar players and he still puts everything in to looking after me. Thanks Za.
Meanwhile here’s me pre-show in Dallas. Little did i know i’d experience my worst pedal nightmare tonight (All of this and Nothing; crazy brightness led to accidental wah problems and probably no-one really noticed but i felt like a complete xxxx in front of a thousand people). At this moment i was probably more concerned with ‘did i get the eyeliner right?’ or ‘have i got rid of all the sweat stains on my jacket?’. So there you go; there’s Za, working hard all day long, and me working hard for couple of hours. Hang on to your ego. Actually, you know, its not quite that simple.
The audience was great in Dallas – coming to expect this of Texas. You got me past the aforementioned technical difficulties and i believe we all had a rather good time. Dave popped up once again and we got a proper hang out this time. Always good to see you man, #91! I believe we’re about level. I might have a couple on you cause of the Pleased tour. Met some very friendly fans.
I didn’t see much of Dallas today; the venue was cool inside and it was super hot outside so i managed a five minute wander to Buffalo Exchange next door, got depressed by how i can’t handle hipster thrift shopping these days and headed back to my internet cave. Also, a special shout out to the Granada stage manager (and his son Jackson) for their very friendly service backstage today. Great hospitality. Shiner Bock!
Back to the bunk for a final night on the bus. Close the curtain and pass out fully clothed with laptop propped next to me. Rock & Roll!
I keep telling you, it’s the hanging out that’s the motivation, the fact that there is a show is a bonus!
Was a great ride, thanks!