Well, thank you, to all of you who’ve been asking why I haven’t been updating my blog over the past few days. It’s cool to hear that this thing actually gets read. For some reason that still always surprises me. The reasons behind my on-line silence can mostly be tracked back to exhaustion; metal, emotional, and physical, it’s been an exhausting week in the Pocket Vinyl world. We’re winding down and while this has been our most successful tour by great strides, we’ve both agreed that we’re going to try not to be on the road for such long stretches anymore.
Last I wrote we’d just finished up our Cinco de Mayo Pocket Vinyl show and we had a few days of rest staying at Eric’s aunt & uncle’s place outside Indianapolis, IN. Because of some last-minute show cancellations our next gig was scheduled for May 8th in Murfreesboro, North Carolina, 13+ hours away. We decided to break up the driving into two days, and left Indianapolis on the evening of the 7th. We drove as far as we could, then slept in the car at a rest stop close to halfway along our rout. The second day was a lot more driving, and the last hour of it was along small unpainted back roads past forests and wheat fields…
The landscape, although beautiful, was starting to make us nervous about what kind of show this would turn out to be. We arrived in Murfreesboro around 6:30 and found the venue, a place called Zakk’s Coffeehouse, locked up and dark. Apparently an American Idol star would be playing here a few days later:
We wondered the town for a few hours, checking back on the venue every so often. Murfreesboro reminded us both of the town of Houghton, NY, where we went to college. Small and quiet, but sweet and comforting. Finally we spotted a man who turned out to be Zakk’s owner pull up and unlock the front door, turning lights on. We went in and said hi, and he confessed to us that Murfreesboro is a college town that that classes had just gotten out in the past few days, so he sincerely doubted anyone would come see the show. We decided to wait around for an hour to see what might happen, and he was right. Not a single soul came through that door. Though the owner was extremely friendly and apologetic. He told us about how bands had come through Zakk’s and had gone on to make it big (Incubus played there back in the day), and he encouraged us to come back again when school was in session. He let me draw on the band wall as well:
Sure, it was annoying that we’d just driven 13+ hours for a canceled show, but the guy was super nice and the town felt like Eric’s hometown, so we weren’t super mad or anything.