Tour to end the hunger of Jeffrey Gaines, Rebecca Pidgeon, Tim
Young, Jeffrey Gaines’ band of 24 yr old youths, and the strange
adventures of Tim Young, blog# 7
After our breakfast discussion of Quantam Physics, we hit the
road, sans camera crew who had left early to go back to nyc. I for
one was very tired because the utter and complete stillness of the
country side had woken me up VERY early with an uneasy,
“What’s all that no noise thing happening?”
After a ride of 5 hours of philosophical discussions, and
metaphysical musings, plus a nap, we showed up at the beautiful
Hyatt hotel where we de-camped for a bit, while the trusty Chris
Rugulo (my Barrett Bonden for all you Patrick O’Brian readers)
went out to scope the venue. Tim and I checked in to our rooms,
and probably had much the same experience except for one crucial
point. My room wasn’t double booked.
So Tim took a leisurely bath, hung around in what we can only
assume was his most comfortable state of being, lay down on the
bed to watch tv, and in walked ….(It would be nice here to pause
and think, “the girl of his dreams”, except he’s already married to
her, and she’s waiting for him back in LA, or to think of some
happy scenario where two people meet in an unexpected and
potentially awkard to say the least situation, but it’s the beginning
of a beautiful thing and maybe they even get married, how
sweet….),
the business woman whose room it actually was, just , in fact, at
the moment that Tim noticed somebody elses unpacked bag at the
foot of the bed.
Tim was of course a brick about the whole thing, the hotel were
very apologetic, and the lady- well I dunno. How would you feel?
But all’s well that end’s well, and we were off to play our gig at
the Milkboy in Ardmore Pennsylvania.
You gotta love Philly. It’s where the founding fathers put together
this extraordinary system of democratic government from which
we all benefit so profoundly in this United States, and it’s where
they built a monument to William Penn the founder of
Pennsylvania that was very high, and there wasn’t to be another
building any higher, or else Penn would put a curse on the city.
Some developers, alas, not heeding this warning, built at least three
(as far as I can tell), MUCH taller buildings than the monument to
Penn, and that’s when the trouble began. The Phillies lost game
after game, not unlike the curse of the cubs when they sold Babe
Ruth to the Yankees. There was a pall cast over the city, and
nothing, but NOTHING was going right. That’s when some clever
Phillyites got the idea to make another smaller statue of Penn, and
stick it on top of the TALLEST building in Philly. From that point
on, everything has gone smoothly again. Phew. I guess each time
they build taller buildings they’ll have to keep moving the statue to
the tallest one.
We got to the charming Milkboy Coffee house, jammed around a
bit with fabulous Jeff Gaines, had some Thai food and played our
gig.
Then Chris, Tim and I went to have a weepy little beverage as it is
sad to part from good chums for a wee while, but we were cheered
by the notion that mayhap we will see each other , and do this
crazy music tour thing again, sometime in the near or distant
future, when our paths will once more meet, on another happy day.