mood: pensive
music: Moby – God Moving Over the Face of the Waters
Church tours are an event in and of themselves. For one thing, the physical building varies so wildly that assuming even something as simple as a minimum ceiling height is likely to be a shot in the dark. Our Genie towers like a trim height of around 20 feet, and we have several pieces of vertical truss that we use as lighting towers, and the tallest are about three and a half meters high.
This doesn’t work when you have a nine-foot ceiling height.
The venue was a Calvary Baptist church, and the ceiling was low. Not really having any choice other than leave the towers out entirely, I took the top sections of the truss off and stood what remained up, moving the drop ceiling tiles when necessary to keep from hitting them. The show was good – the help was great – in more ways than one. I’ll leave it at that.
It’s now April 1st and we’re about to leave Orange County, California after two days off. Some of the guys were able to get us some free passes to Disneyland, which we happily accepted. I discovered I’m not a really big fan of rides in the “sudden unexpected freefall in utter darkness” genre (Space Mountain was an especially egregious offender.) Everybody else seems to like these sorts of rides, but I personally find any sort of roller coaster ride unpleasant in the extreme. (Even when I can see it coming) Luckily, I’m not the only one who feels this way, so when everyone else decided to ride the Tower of Terror I didn’t have to sit alone.
Tuesday night I hooked up with Skippy (the same girl that Pixel and I hung out with in California on our infamous Route 66 trip) who lives in Orange County. We hit up a wonderful Japanese restaurant, where I had cold tofu. We then wandered around the world’s largest Whole Foods store for a bit before going bowling with her friend Sa and a several of his friends. It was a variant where you put the bumpers up and try to not hit the pins – it’s really fun and a lot harder than it sounds.
Tonight our drive takes us to Las Vegas for a show day, which should be fun. Vegas is known for its production, so I have hopes of finding a good lighting setup and possibly some movers at the venue. Time shall tell.
I have a bit of homesickness, which is not unexpected. This is a really long run – longer than even the band is used to – but (if I remember correctly, because I’m too lazy to pull out my tour book and check) we have some days off in Nashville coming up, which will be cool.
I miss you all. You know who you are.
Exit, stage left.
Sparks