Deep South

Hailing from London, England, the Southern states hold a deep fascination for me. A world of customs, sayings and rituals that I am still learning. Until I started touring here "Angel Heart" and "Deliverance" was my only reference. Remember when Lisa Bonet was hot? I do.

Anyway, on with the report.

The Nashville show was pure fun, the crowd sang along with us the whole show and at some point a couple of the local ladies bum-rushed the stage and started dancing with us. Let's not make this a habit, but it certainly brought big grins to our faces when it happened. After the show Mark and I stayed on the bus and got an early night, but the rest of the boys took Jeff Klein to a local gentlemen's establishment to celebrate his 30th birthday. From all reports he had a good time. Happy birthday, Jeff!!

The next night Jeff, Greg and I went to see Def Leppard at the local enormo-dome. Unfortunately we had to sit through Journey before the Lep took the stage. Now if it had been Steve Perry I would have been loving it, but I don't know who the fuck they have singing and I felt like I was at a cheesy Vegas show and we quickly decided to vacate the premises. Feeling cheated out of our rock, I made a quick call and off we were to go see The Cult, all in all a much better call. They might be a one-trick Pony but the Cult do what they do better than anyone else.

Now I hadn't been to Orlando since 1981, they were still building Epcot last time I was there, so I didn't really know what to expect. The Social has a kind of weird layout with what looks like a gladiator's pit in front of the extremely long and skinny stage. That being said, we fucking rocked the place that night, man it was loud, and the crowd gave as good as they got. Afterwards we hit the bar across the street and continued the party till the wee hours. I was kinda bummed we didn't get to hit Disney World while we were there, but there's always next time.

Then it was onto St. Petersburg. When I woke up it seemed like a tropical storm was happening and I was soaked by the elements 10 seconds after stepping off the bus. St. Pete's seemed like a pretty sleepy place to me, all the stores were shutting around 2pm and I started to wonder if people were going to show up for the show. I needn't have worried though as a few hundred of our closest friends showed up and proceeded to help us set the place on fire. We had a really good time and got to talk to some of you guys afterwards which was cool.

Around 4am we pulled into a truck stop somewhere in the middle of Florida on our way to Georgia. The rest of the band were asleep but I had a candy jones going so I went in. It was then that I ran into one of my oldest friends, Shannon, who drums for a band called 30 Seconds to Mars. So fucking weird, 2 kids from LA running into each other like that. It was great to see someone from home in the middle of nowhere.

When we woke up in Atlanta it was pretty apparent that Greg was having vocal difficulties. However, we were at the venue, the crew had begun unloading, and we figured if Greg got a health shot, drank a lot of tea and we kept our fingers crossed, all would be ok. So the show went on and I have to say we played our hearts out and gave it all we had. I don't think the crowd had any idea that Greg was hurting, but he was. After the show his throat looked red raw, and after talking to the doctor this morning we unfortunately had to cancel the Athens, GA show scheduled for tonight in order for Greg to recover.

The show will continue tomorrow so don't worry. Greg is resting his voice and all will be well. Thanks to everyone for all your continued emails and support, as always we really appreciate it.

Scott

originally posted 11.09.06