Tar Heels

Much to my delight, but much to the chagrin of the rest of the band, we stayed at University of North Carolina Tar Heel-themed hotel in Chapel Hill last night. Unfortunately, my room was in the soccer wing. Not to knock Tar Heel soccer, but Michael Jordan didn’t haunt the pitch at UNC, he hit the hardwood.

We hit the hardwood in our own special way at the Cat’s Cradle, by blowing the subs midway through our set. The smell of burning plastic is never good when surrounded by van-loads of electric musical equipment, let alone when it means you’re destroying the club’s PA system.

This morning we went to the kind of grocery store/coffee shop/good karma complex that can exist in a university college town like Chapel Hill. I’m certain that I could have paid for my organic chocolate and Tom’s toothpaste with a haiku or well-executed downward-facing dog, but it was early and it was easier to use Benjamins. (Let’s be realistic though, I don’t make enough to pay anyone for anything in Benjamins, it’s strictly Washingtons with the odd Lincoln.)

Onward through South Carolina to Georgia and “The City Too Busy to Hate” tomorrow. (I wish I lived somewhere with a nickname like that.) Hopes are high for a chance encounter with Izzy.

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