The Stills, Hoboken, NJ
After a few days off to rest, I made it in to New York last night surviving a repeatedly delayed flight. At 1:30am, there's wasn't a whole lot to do around our hotel in Brooklyn, so I just crashed at the hotel.
I got up this morning with the will to do something meaningful, so I took a train into the city thinking I could pick up a couple things. I desperately need a new phone, but they didn't have the one I want anywhere, I wanted to get some shoes, but they didn't have the ones I liked in my size, I wanted to spend some cash at the Mac store, but it was so packed with people trying to get in to buy an iPhone that I couldn't even get in the store. There were people lined up outside, there were cops patrolling, and some guys were even selling their spots in line. Nuts.
So, I went back to the hotel with nothing to show but an empty Starbucks cup, and we started the 7 mile drive to Hoboken. We got there 2.5 hrs later. Fortunately there was a pretzel stand at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel, so one of the guys was able to hop out and get us some food while we waited to get through.
Maxwell's is one of those classic places you have to go to maybe 7 times over the course of your touring career. Just a standard dirty old rock bar, but everyone's played there over the years. It was a sold out show, so it went really well, the kids loved it, and we survived another stop on the road. Around 3am, we were finally able to get all our stuff out and sometime near 5 we made it back to the hotel to crash. It'll be a short night though, early load in tomorrow, sometime around noon. Ouch...
I got up this morning with the will to do something meaningful, so I took a train into the city thinking I could pick up a couple things. I desperately need a new phone, but they didn't have the one I want anywhere, I wanted to get some shoes, but they didn't have the ones I liked in my size, I wanted to spend some cash at the Mac store, but it was so packed with people trying to get in to buy an iPhone that I couldn't even get in the store. There were people lined up outside, there were cops patrolling, and some guys were even selling their spots in line. Nuts.
So, I went back to the hotel with nothing to show but an empty Starbucks cup, and we started the 7 mile drive to Hoboken. We got there 2.5 hrs later. Fortunately there was a pretzel stand at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel, so one of the guys was able to hop out and get us some food while we waited to get through.
Maxwell's is one of those classic places you have to go to maybe 7 times over the course of your touring career. Just a standard dirty old rock bar, but everyone's played there over the years. It was a sold out show, so it went really well, the kids loved it, and we survived another stop on the road. Around 3am, we were finally able to get all our stuff out and sometime near 5 we made it back to the hotel to crash. It'll be a short night though, early load in tomorrow, sometime around noon. Ouch...
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