forgive my grammar, written furiously in the back of the jersey-bound shadow published from random wifi hotspots.

soiled and battered under skin and by name most of the preparations are complete. this morning saw the last of the ritualistic spatial spiritual and musical rehearsals for the tour, the aching muscles and blisters have pushed open some of the deepest darkest cores and split them wide - these moments of punishment until full release are necessary in order to fulfill the total melding of instrument and human so that things like time place and self-consciousness are pushed to the edge; passion and power consuming all in an epiphany of powerful presence. business is now at hand, a race through Manhattan to jersey to secure the tour-bus and anoint it with more mystic protection. apparently there are stronger forces at work here, nothing stops us and DaveW is driving in full tourette's mode, expletives flying out the window aimed at all obstructions.
a major part of the last 3 days has been spent at the rental space where the price breakdown is 15 20 or 25 an hour for a back-lined room to rehearse in. as long as you leave it the way you found it apparently you can do anything you want. the amps, drums and PA are supplied and always need a bit of work from drum key or other tools to be fully operational. In this case I got a kit where the high hat stand listed a bit leeward, so it kept biting the back of my hand. It went unnoticed and bled a small bit for a few songs, staining my pants with blood where my hand met during each snare beat. the blisters are welcome because now that we have a few days until Chicago they will heal into nice numb callouses. Jersey smells weird.