A Fans Guide To Being On Tour
COME DOWN
Oh Yes! The end of tour come down.
It either takes forever to come down because you are still
buzzing your tits off, or it hits you like a snowball being thrown against the
side of a passing bus.
Whichever way it arrives, when it does, it hits you so hard,
and nothing can prepare you for it, it doesn’t matter how many times you go
through it, when it arrives, it arrives. It is literally like a death or being
dumped. Fine, your girlfriend’s fitter younger sister was a better shag anyway.
I’ll find another band to follow.
Weirdly, you are partially relieved that it is finally all
over, because basically she is a psycho bitch from hell and you deserve to be
treated better, and really there is always a fitter younger sister out there
somewhere.
Yet conversely, you are completely destroyed, because for
all of her issues, those issues are what made you fall in love her in the first
place, and her absence plunges you into a world of emptiness, darkness,
loneliness, and you crave her ways you don’t understand and you’d do anything
to have her back in your life reliving those wonderful times, those perfect
memories.
Oh yes, those wonderful times, those perfect memories, where
even the worst of times leave you with the best memories, the best stories to
tell, “That gig was supposed to suck,” while the best of times gently places
the largest cherry, on the largest cake of life, and you would do anything and
everything to relive those moments again and again and again. *
And that is why I do it.
I love cake.
* Hearts & Hand Grenades, Molly Karloff, SoulSwitch,
Subside Bar, Birmingham, if you know you know.
Noggin xx
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