on the road with bella morte

backstage before the first of two shows, tonight in pittsburgh and tomorrow in chicago, that bella morte have allowed me to tag along for. i've never been to either town before, but the context is so familiar, i feel totally comfortable. pack the van, eat fast food, drive all day, walk around an unfamiliar city, load the gear in, sit around the club til showtime. 
but this time i don't have to play, don't have to tune my guitar, don't have to give a shit whether people show up or not. i like it. i don't like the food, and i don't like not having privacy and not being able to do yoga, but i like hanging out with these guys. they're reeaaal silly when they're all together. i take shit 
way too seriously most of the time, this is a much-needed reminder of the fun that there is to be had all the time...

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it's been a good trip since leaving london. i was really lonely there, so i've been appreciating being back with my friends and family more than ever.

first i went to new york with my mom and her husband, who'd never been there before. it was great watching him see everything for the first time. i had a great time, took yoga classes at jiva mukti and ate awesome vegan food at angelica kitchen. 
oh yeah, and i had a fucking delicious steak at raoul's in soho. fuck yeah! 
so i guess i'm not vegan anymore. just picky.

then i went to vermont to visit my 93-year-old grandma and my aunt rosemary. we spent the weekend talking, hanging out around the house, going out to dinner… it was really nice, mellow. rosemary was really there for me when i needed to talk about all kinds of stupid neurotic shit i'm going through. and she knows the whole cast of characters but is able to be objective and sympathetic. it was cool.

back in charlottesville where i run into people i know everywhere i go, it felt good to be home. as much as i wanted to be away from their prying eyes for the past few months, i fell into their arms, full of love, happy to be asked the same questions that seemed so intrusive before.

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fuck. the drummer of unit f just farted. practically cleared out the room. gawd that stinks.

Lauren Hoffman