Saturday began with me sleeping 45 minutes past lobby call. Sleeping in for me is such a rarity that I was overcome with far more elation than guilt much to the chagrin of my bandmates. I was really “pushing it” when I walked straight out of the hotel and into Corner Bakery bypassing the van. They have a pretty decent bacon, egg and cheese croissantwich called The Commuter at the Corner Bakery. After a quick apology we hopped in the van and were off to Charlotte. Along the way, James and Jay had their minds blown by James’ new investment:
We arrived at the Visulite and everyone was in great spirits. Soundcheck was fun, I drank some coffee and ate enchiladas. The stars must have been aligned, I thought, cause we even managed to score some chicks:
We hit the stage, played the hits and got the crowd, uh, moving. I would say dancing but a few men were doing something entirely different. Let’s call it interpretive. While we were feeling all cool under the lights with hip sounds swirling around us Jason was feeling something entirely different backstage. Remember Jason?
Unlike us, the stars were crossed for Jason backstage as he had a little accident with James’ guitar:
James wasn’t thrilled:
A bummer indeed but with the help of Mark and a song from his youth, James soon forgot his worries:
Meanwhile, Jason tried in vain to be teleported back to his planet: