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| 'Flying to Philadelphia from Greenville, SC.' |
The following day was a 90 min. drive to the Count Basie Theatre and a great night. I took a hot bath back at the hotel and was ready for tomorrows gig at the Tower Theatre.
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| 'The Pretenders SOLD OUT' Photo: James Walbourne |
a points win over the more than capable New Zealander Joseph Parker. Joshua chose to go the points win route and play it safe but it made the fight an uneventful affair.
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| 'On stage at the Tower Theatre' Photo: Valerie Simadis |
The Tower Theatre has quite a history. David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars performed at the Tower after the building had been refurbished following ‘the fire’. That face lift managed to dredge it out of the doldrums of the $1 movie theatre years. A comparatively unknown Genesis played at the venue the same year as indeed the early Pretenders had eight years later. We performed an exceptional show and all was well with the world.
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| 'Martin gets his own dressing room!' |
I woke up in Boston to a fresh fall of snow. After my feelings of reserve and of pacing myself through last nights show I had slept well and felt ready for our final show in Morristown, New Jersey. The stage that night was so cold for me, and I spent half of the show trying to cover up with a towel. I could have done with the heaters I had used on the Stevie tour a year ago in the ice hockey arenas.
As I reached the lobby of the hotel I learned two things. Firstly, we had one of our equipment vehicles in a small altercation with a tree during the drive south from Boston, and secondly, we were to catch the train south and not fly.
The train was a good time to catch up on some computer work, including writing out this blog! When the train joined the coast, the snow around the creeks and the harbours looked tranquil and were now flooded in the beauty of sunlight that subdued and hid the cold darkness of the water.
My train travel fruit plate arrived with the seemingly compulsory salt and pepper. WTF.
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| 'Salt and pepper? WTF?!' |
We stayed close to JFK and got a few
hours sleep before heading to the airport. I didn’t sleep on the plane and
quickly got to my car. Within two hours, I was home.
Another tour was finished and the complications of accumulative jet lag and exhaustion took over. It took a difficult week to get to terms with my home and the work going on (or lack of it). Meetings were set and I had to crack the whip and press on with various other matters.
I will let you know what happens in due course. Be kind to yourselves and others.
M.D.C.
