A little over a month since my return from the tour and I’m finally feeling I’m catching up on things. My time at the office at BSU and school is more flexible/non-existent so I can focus all of my energy towards my music projects I need to finish as well as start working on the new ideas. The last month was a hard transition from being on the road living and breathing a lifestyle of music promotions. I had the opportunity to literally eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The culture shock of returning home I learned from touring artists I’ve interviewed since my return and my music friends around the country, this is common. A friend of mine Aspen from March Fourth Marching Band, assured me if I continue touring if I haven’t experienced it yet I will, what he refers to as a “tour high”. The excitement being on the road networking, living music, discovering new culture and mini-vacations to warmer climates will go away when returning home from the road and a sense of being lost or an urgency to get back on the road he said is common. The crash of the “tour high”. After he told me this I didn’t feel as misunderstood returning home. It’s a different culture. The road. Touring. Music. Far different from anyone outside the industry can ever imagine. Being on the road was a monster in it’s own, but returning was the weirdest part. When I started pondering about this perspective a little more ,I decided to ask bands in my interviews for their opinions. Spider from Powerman5000 was one of the artists I asked as well as Marko from Sugarcult and the guys from As Tall As Lions. They all assured the feelings I had on the road and what Aspen told me was part of the “game”. If you are interested in what the artists said in the interviews check out my interviews on University Pulse website here.
Aside from analyzing my experiences on the road with my daily activities, I found sometime to catch up with people back in my hometown scene. For a while it was a little heart wrenching. So many shows, so little time. At one point I felt I had to put my foot down and tell my friends I can’t go to any one show because everyone else has a show every other night as well. Sometimes my passion for the art gets the best of me. My support can dwindle down to losing sleep. If I could be everywhere I once I would but when does picking one show over another start to become a popularity contest? I started to feel a little pressure when some artists felt I was picking other artists over them and a sense of let down. My decisions to attend a few shows upon my return was determined by my schedule and interviews involved. Although some locals were opening shows for artists I was interviewing I was not attending the show particularly for the locals. I had to start letting people know I couldn’t go to any shows unless work was involved until my schedule had more free time, especially the amount of work backed up I was diving into to catch up on. The night I interviewed System and Station at the Neurolux was a break back into the local scene. Since this is the bar where every artist knows your name or most do, I had no way of escaping without running into someone I needed to talk to or they were excited to see me. I told myself I was only going to stay out for the show and the interview and leave at 11pm but a couple times I tried to leave I ran into friends. The majority of people I ran into were people I needed to follow-up with so I looked at it as time management. I could either stay out for another 3 hours or somehow schedule a meeting with them. Enticing me with free cocktails to stay and chat worked. By the end of the night I was happy I didn’t leave. My friends literally didn’t give me a chance to and contributed to my double fisting. Since I was standing next to the doorway where I was initially stopped and stationed for the rest of the night, it was the start of most of the conversations as people entered the bar. Clearly not how I anticipated the night to be but for the passers-by, it looked like I was having a wild night. Guess the best of friends don’t allow you to be empty-handed without a drink. In my case that night, at least two. Clearly this night was a relief from my crash of the “tour high”. I finally had the chance to say “It’s great to be home.” and I’m fortunate to have these AMAZING people in my life. The best part- I work for them!