Hey again...Kevin James reporting from the rainy road. We're driving to Pittsburgh right now and it's raining. Nothing like the drive to Lexington though. I was driving and it was pouring so badly that the majority of cars pulled over onto the shoulder. While this seemed like a sound idea I was not fond of it. Either go 20 mph and bear it or pull over and be a sitting duck ready for a car to plow into one and start the domino effect. Passed on that option. Since I already gave you my recap of Lexington I'm moving on to the past couple of days.
We had a day off on Sunday and decided to camp and unwind. Yet another great sounding idea except for the fact that it was hot and damn humid. Waking up in a tent that feels like an incubator sucks. Regardless, we worked on getting a wine bottle open for a good 20 to 30 minutes with no opener. Who the hell brings 2 bottles of wine and no corkscrew?!?! One speaker monitor screw, screwdriver and electrical box thingy later it came to. Got to enjoy some wine over band conversations with our manager Coate. Love Coate.
Monday we were off to Charleston, WV to play Sam's Uptown Cafe. Pretty wicked little joint. We got there way early to do some work and promote. Krista, the bartender at the time, brought us some fabulous grub while we chugged away. She was kind enough to come back and catch our set after her shift and 3 hours of sleep the previous evening. The bearded monster Dave was our bartender upstairs in the venue. His beard would eat people. All these beards are making me want to bring mine back. Another grand meal, drinks, and a couple sets later we were done at Sam's. During Union Pulse's set we all got on stage and had a nice little jam to
Sublime's "What I got" - Dave (yes, the bartender)on the washboard, Brad on tambourine, Stephen on acoustic gitfiddle and myself on drums. Then Jaqueline, an older bar local, told us we could crash at a pad she was housesitting for a friend. It was pretty interesting. The front yard was a graveyard. A bunch of old old gravestones, i.e. 1817-1843. We picked out the parents, their children and the grandchildren. Probably sold the house at that point. Stephen and I crashed in a twin together and he informed me that I was sawing some serious logs (for those that don't know...snoring) and Jaqueline was laughing at me and talking to the cat. West Virginia. Done.
During the venture to Annapolis, MD our van started giving us some serious shit. Go figure. The fluttering sound coming from the serpentine belt mechanism sounds like a pretty muscular mopehead. We tried to get it fixed but the noise went away and check engine light off. The mechanics can't really diagnose something that doesn't exist to them. Shitty. I decided to splurge and get myself a nice real meal at the Federal House Bar (place we played). Blackened Salmon covered with lemon butter sauce from the East Coast. Sick! One of the best bits of fresh fish I've ever had. I got to enjoy that while Union Pulse entertained us with great tunes, jokes and logic puzzles. Then we hit the stage. Fun show, Lydia was a superfan and danced away up front to Reverie tunes. I have yet to mention but we met some
amazing people in West Virginia from Chicago, Ali and Karen. They just happened to walk into Sam's and were roadtripping with no real destinations in mind. They followed us to Annapolis for another Reverie show and offered up their hotel room for crashing quarters. This was music to our ears as Annapolis was the damn most humid place we've been so far. I must say though, it was pleasant to walk along the bay and smell the salty Atlantic Ocean air. Made me miss the days of living in Southern California. The front desk at the hotel did not have a corkscrew so yet again we had to come up with another innovative way of opening a wine bottle. One screw from a shelf, screwdrive and hanger top later we all had a glass to enjoy. Here we come Pitt!Kevin James
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