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OLIVIA RODRIGO Guts World Tour, Columbus OH
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rockstar!robin, manager!steve, music journalist!eddie AU for funsies
On my first day shadowing her for this article, Robin Buckley tells me that her greatest fear in the world is not the massive crowds that flood arenas at every stop on her ongoing international tour, not the looming anxiety that her blooming success may be fleeting, not even a joke about how she worries this piece will make her look.
No. On the day I meet Robin Buckley, she tells me the scariest thing on the planet is rabies.
"By the time the symptoms set in, you're already dead," she says, walking with long strides towards her dressing room in the endless backstage of the Indianapolis Fieldhouse. "And I don't know about you, but death by raccoon is not how I want to go out."
I ask her if that's because it's not rock-and-roll enough, if such a mundane last stand doesn't match up with where she sees her life going these days, but the first thing out of her mouth in response is laughter.
She tells me maybe with a toss of her hands, asks me if I'm a music journalist or a shrink, and gets immediately pulled into a conversation about whether she's done rehearsing with her favorite guitar so it can be prepped stage left.
I try to stick around, try and get the inside scoop on how Robin Buckley prepares for a show, but I'm usurped by her fucking guard dog of a manager who fjsakdlfjaslkdfja FUCKING jesus CHRISTfsj
Eddie slams his hands down on his laptop keyboard and strains his neck back to look at the ceiling which is, quite frankly, an idiotic decision for a guy who gets motion sick on vehicles the size of, say, your average tour bus.
Don't get him wrong, he loves a good tour bus, loves the press van, loves the sweaty mess of a thing filled with people competing for clicks and desperate for the best quotes and--
Yeah, okay, maybe he doesn't love it, but if he's ever going to get enough notoriety in this business to write the sort of rock n' roll histories he grew up swallowing hole in the back room of his uncle's trailer, he has to go on a few shitty assignments.
Shitty assignments for alternative rock, one-hit wonders and their fucking hyper-protective managers who carry around lists of topics they're not allowed to bring up around Miss Buckley as if the girl herself isn't a goddamn open book.
How can the guy put a moratorium on her fucking home life if she herself sits down with the lowly press at lunch and twirls out story after story about her hippie parents teaching her how to roll a blunt when she was twelve years old?
How is Eddie supposed to write this damn article let alone his magnum opus if the advent of the internet has made managers and publicists everywhere so goddamn paranoid that Eddie has to use an anecdote about rabies as his hook?
Who is Steve Goddamn Harrington to tell Eddie how to do his job?
It's not that Eddie even wants to tear his little star apart; Eddie actually likes her contrary to the tension headache overtaking him on the ride between Indy and Columbus, but how is he supposed to prove why to readers if he's not allowed to say anything?
On his first day on this tour, Eddie had been forced to sit on this very bus and get a lecture from Steve Harrington, who has apparently been leading Robin's team from the small town get-go, and who is apparently God or whatever, and the thing is the guy's a prick.
He's downright insufferable, assumes the worst in people and expects their best behavior nonetheless, and Eddie can't stand his guts.
Except.
Except on day one of this tour, Steve Harrington gave them a terse lecture befitting a high school principal on the bus and then turned around and talked to the driver about his family for ten minutes before hopping out and going back to work.
And except, when they were in Chicago, he was screaming in some guy's face backstage and Eddie thought he'd discovered the real Steve, only to find out from a crew member later on that the guy in question was getting fired for trying (and failing) to hide a camera in Robin's dressing room.
And except, most of the time Steve Harrington is stern and bitchy and protective but the first time Eddie saw him talking to Robin before a show the two of them were laughing. Bright in ways that can't be faked.
Joyful.
Eddie looks back down at his computer and curses the man who is making this job so much more fucking difficult than it needs to be. Robin Buckley is a good story, without need for any embellishment.
Her start is interesting, where she comes from is interesting, her sound is even interesting despite its overnight popularity and worst of all Eddie likes her.
She's kind and open and smart as a whip-- apparently speaks four languages and is working on a fifth. She's got this sharp edge to her where she doesn't take an ounce of shit this industry throws at her and Eddie doesn't have to stretch to understand why her fans adore her.
God, he wants to write a good piece about this fascinating kid from Hawkins, Indiana, and he wants to write about the manager who she constantly reminds them she owes all her success to because how did that happen.
Eddie wants to be a fly on the wall when those two talk about ice cream, the weather, anything and he wants this article to be the one that gets him that goddamn book deal. Get Jonathan the high profile photog gig he deserves and Nancy the co-writing credit they've been dreaming of since college.
But there's still the guard dog in the way.
There's still Steve Harrington.
On the first day manager and good, Midwestern boy Steve Harrington introduces us to the star of the show, he tells us, "a toe out of line and I'll have your credentials stripped so far down the only paper that'll hire you has a whole page dedicated to Bible verses."
And as a good, Midwestern boy myself? I believe him.
Eddie thinks there's a story here, and he thinks he's the one savvy enough with loopholes to find it.
He's got three more hours 'til Columbus to figure out how.
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8/5/2024 - 8/8/2024
Time for the latest installment of my "Don't post about a vacation until after I'm back home" series:
We were killing time in a mall before leaving for the airport on Friday when I noticed the overhead lights swaying in a store. Felt like a massive train was rolling by just outside, but I knew we weren't close enough to the NJ Transit line to actually feel it. Turns out it was a ⋆⭒˚.⋆4.8 earthquake⋆⭒˚.⋆.
Our flight got delayed for three hours while the runway was inspected for damage. While waiting to get dinner in the terminal, the lights started swaying again and we felt a 3.8 aftershock six hours after the first.
@perilous-pursuit-of-perfection and @humdrumhootenanny picked us up from the airport and let us stay with them and we didn't take a single group photo the entire weekend, but just trust me.
Next day we went to the Ohio statehouse in Columbus for a free tour. Learned that Ohio bounced around three previous capitals before the state legislature passed a law to create a permanent capital. Also Abraham Lincoln was in this building giving a speech to the state assembly when he received a telegram informing him he'd won the 1860 Presidential Election.
Next day went to the Columbus Art Museum and I was trying to get that picture of Morning Sun by Edward Hopper but this hipster couple stood in front of it chatting for honestly more than 10 minutes so I left and came back later. Also there was a cool exhibit from 2023 about "Final Girls" in horror slasher movies. Slumber Party Martyrs by Robin F. Williams was my favorite.
We also went to a Field of Corn, except the corn was made out of concrete. Andrew climbed and stood on top of one without killing himself and it was very impressive.
Day of the eclipse we left for the National Museum of the US Air Force super early and hit no traffic, and were directed to park surprisingly close to the exit. Got to see literally dozens of planes from pre-WWI up through current models (was not expecting to see an actual F-22 on display). Also the B2 stealth bomber is enormous in person and really does look otherworldly compared to "normal" planes.
The sunlight started getting noticeably dimmer about a quarter to 3 PM, and the rate of dimming felt exponential. Things started getting dark very quickly in the last minute. The museum was having a huge event for the day so there were maybe a few thousand people there with us. I thought that would take away from the experience and be distracting, but it kinda made the whole thing even more thrilling to hear a massive crowd around us cheer and shout when the sun disappeared. Totality honestly looked fake. It looked like a hole was punched in an old CRT computer monitor. The air got noticeably colder and you could see stars in the sky. The entire horizon looked like a sunset in every direction at the same time. Honestly got emotional and lost my breath in a physiological reaction; it felt like I got punched in the gut without the pain. About 2 1/2 minutes later a very bright pinpoint appeared in the bottom right quadrant and the sun started coming back. A few minutes after that, looking to the northeast where the shadow continued it just looked like a massive thunderstorm without any clouds.
Managed to beat the crowd out of the museum parking grounds and hit zero traffic on the 1-hour drive back to Columbus. The eclipse was even still happening when we got back to the house.
Other than the earthquake (which, who the fuck saw that coming), this trip went exactly as I planned for, which is such a relief considering how much I was stressing myself out over the weather in the week beforehand.
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Happy Little Family: Chapter 2
Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N
Chapter 1
You place a cardboard box filled with some of your greatest possessions on your new wood floor with an oomph. Soldier Boy said he would carry some of your boxes for you but in the name of feminism and hating his guts, you decided to carry your crap. Besides, there was an elevator, so what was there to complain about? You take your hand to your forehead and wipe off the light sheen of sweat forming on your brow as you hear footsteps enter the doorway.
“Looking tired there,” Ben says, carrying a small box of things while Vought employees followed in a perfect line with his items. “Like you could use some help.”
You glare over in his direction, “I told you I am fine and do not need your, or should I say, Vought’s help getting my shit from point A to point B.” He chuckles as he places his box on the granite countertop of your kitchen.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” At that, he throws his arms up to feign defeat before heading back to grab another hilariously small box. One would think that with his absurd amount of strength, he would be able to carry more than a vase from the moving van. In your brief minute of silence, you take in the surroundings of your new home (or prison).
To say it was beautiful was an understatement. With windows instead of walls, brand new hardwood floors, and granite everything, you must admit that this might be the nicest apartment you have ever stepped into. You give yourself a mini tour, noting that the lone bedroom was already set up with no other place to make your room. Great. At least you got your own bathroom.
You sign before heading out the door to haul more boxes inside. After a few hours, the apartment somewhat resembled your old apartment. With pictures of your life scattered around and your favorite throw pillows littering the couch, it was indistinguishably yours. You think that with an apartment like this, maybe this situation will not be absolutely miserable. Your thoughts quickly come to a halt as you feel an arm wrap around your waist.
“Better than your shit apartment, right?” He says, pulling you in. You go rigid.
“Sure.” You say to change the subject. He can sense it.
“You’re treating this like you’re under house arrest.”
“Who says I’m not.” You look at him to see his nostrils enlarge and his lip twitch.
“Lighten the fuck up, doll. You act like you’re some martyr when you’re really walking away from this shit with millions of dollars.” He takes his arm off of you and points his finger into your chest. “And that money can leave in a second if I want it to, and so will your job.” You gulp and nod, evading his glare. He smirks and walks away.
You feel your legs bring you to your couch, and you collapse. There was no way you were going into the bedroom with him. No fucking way. Curling up on your side, you feel a tear run down your cheek. You were helpless.
You feel like it all couldn’t get worse until you hear your phone ring. You walk to your landline and pick it up.
“Hello?”
“(Y/N)?” You did not recognize the voice.
“Yes, who is this?”
“Katie, I am your PR manager.” You sigh.
“Got it; what’s up, Katie?” You could almost feel her grin from this side of the phone.
“Tonight is the night to unveil the new power couple, Soldier Boy and (Y/N). Girl next door turned lover of the world’s most powerful hero.”
“Tonight?” You stutter.
“Of course! I got you two reservations to Per Se in Columbus Circle for 7:00. Hottest restaurant in the city. Your dress was laid out on the bed by your movers today. Looking forward to the headlines tomorrow.” At that, the dial tone starts playing. You sigh and trudge to the bedroom.
As you open the door, you cannot help but hear grunting. Your eyes are so transfixed on the elegance of your new bedroom that it takes you a minute to notice Ben on the bed, pleasuring himself, to say the least.
“Fuck, dude!” You scream and avert your gaze.
“What, you want to join in?” He says. His voice reminds you of poison.
“Hell no! Do that shit somewhere else.” You demand as you finally hear the noises stop.
“This is my fucking bedroom; where else would you want me to do it?” He had a point there. It was his room.
“I-I… the bathroom! We have two of them.” You stutter, looking back at him to see him roll his eyes.
“You’re high fucking maintenance. If I were you, I would chill the fuck out and enjoy the experience. I mean,” His gaze darkens, “Every woman in America wishes they were walking into this sight.”
You couldn’t deny that he had a point there. Although your despise for this man could be felt from miles away, you could not deny that this man was beautiful. His long locks cascaded onto his cheeks like they were styled in such a manner. His arms were so strong looking that he could break you in half without breaking a sweat. You could not help your eyes from traveling across his chest to his abs to a bit lower down. You feel your eyebrows raise and your fingers tingle as you imagine what it could be like to maybe one day-
“Fine.” You get yourself out of your trance, “I’ll chill the fuck out. I’ll start that by letting you know we have a date tonight. Per Se. 7:00.” You walk over to the bed and take a seat next to him, your dress dangling off the edge. You face him, your noses almost touching. “And I’ll show you why every man in America will want to very soon fuck Soldier Boy’s new girlfriend.” At that, you swipe the dress and rush into the bathroom. Before shutting the door, you look back and notice a cheeky grin on his face.
It took you not too long to get ready. The dress fits you nicely. It was a long slinky black dress with a slit up the side. Your makeup was simple but striking, and your hair had a slight curl. You had to admit, you looked pretty damn hot. You walk out and see it is 6:45.
“He is going to be late.” You mutter to yourself. Walking over to the fridge to see if there was anything alcoholic to consume. Seconds after that thought was finished, you see Ben enter the kitchen dressed as dapper as could be. You were not only stunned by the fact that he was on time but by how… normal he looked. Without the goofy super suit, he looked like a handsome stranger you would stumble upon on a night out.
“You look great.” You feel yourself say. He smirks.
“You sound surprised.”
“I’ve never seen you wear anything but that super suit, and well…” You blush, thinking back to your rendezvous this afternoon. You are surprised to hear him laugh.
“I do own more clothes than just the costume, you know?” Was he flirting? His eyes then flicker across you. You could see in his gaze his thoughts were not so different from yours. Especially when you noticed his eyes stop on your chest, lingering there for a minute longer than expected.
“We should get going.” You say. He looks at you and nods before you both exit.
The restaurant was nicer than any you had ever stepped into. As you two stepped in, you could sense every head turn to look at your date. Mouths gaped, and eyes followed as the host led you to your table. The table was located right in the window. It seemed almost too obvious that this date was staged. As you two take a seat, Soldier Boy looks back and admires the fan's stares.
“You’re loving this.” You say, he turns toward you.
“Who wouldn’t? I’m basically a God to these cocksuckers.” Of course, he responds like that. Unsure how to answer, your head goes into the menu. Everything looked amazing; however, thoughts of your future employment stuck in the back of your mind. You had to make this date look good.
“So… tell me about yourself.” You say awkwardly. He snorted sarcastically.
“Is that what you’re asking?” You shrug.
“This is the first date, and I don’t know you.” He looks surprised at that.
“Have you not seen my movie?” You shake your head. He rolls his eyes, ready to relay a monologue you’re sure he’s said many times, “I was a poor kid from Philly. I realized I had powers at a young age, and from there, I was a hero to Southern Philly. Fighting crime and making the streets a little safer. I was then picked up by Vought, fought Hitler, and became America’s favorite hero.” He chuckled to himself, and you could not help but stare in awe.
“Wow, that is quite a backstory.”
“Want to know a secret?” He raises his eyebrows as the waiter puts two salads in front of you both. “It’s all bullshit.”
“What?” You question.
“I was born filthy fucking rich to a Dad who hated my guts. Got whatever the fuck I wanted, and he gave zero shits about how much of an asshole I was. So I joined Mr. Vought’s experiment. He still didn’t care, and now I’m Soldier Boy.” He shoves a leaf in his mouth. “Does that answer your question?”
“I guess it does.” You twirl an onion on your fork. “Doesn’t surprise me, though.”
“Whatcha mean?” He asks.
“You’re too much of an asshole for that first story to be remotely true.” You could see his knuckles clench around his fork. You were nervous about his next move before you noticed a flash. You look out the voyeuristic window to see paparazzi surrounding the restaurant. Ben smiles and waves, and you give an awkward grin.
“Smile for the cameras, sweetheart. It’s your fucking job.” He whispers under his breath. His words force a smile across your face as you wave. At that, you feel Ben start to rise from his chair.
“Where are you going?”
“We’re leaving.” He says, grabbing his coat. “They got their pictures. We leave.” He drops a couple of hundred dollars on the table and starts to walk out. You follow behind him before you notice him grab your hand. You look down and notice his fingers lace with yours. Before you could ask questions, cameras were flashing in your face. You had seen this in the movies, but it was way more overwhelming in real life. You feel yourself instinctively grab Ben’s arm. Instead of pulling away, he pulls you in his arms and shields you from the flashes. Weirdly enough, you feel safe. You both speed walk to your car that is waiting patiently for you. As you both are about to enter the car, you feel an arm grab your arm and yank. You stumble away from Ben.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” A man says to you. He was obviously with the media. “You are a nobody, and you’re with fucking Soldier Boy? Whose dick did you suck to get this gig?” You gawked at her in disbelief, and your legs froze.
“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Before you could acknowledge who was saying that, Ben steps in front of you, facing your defamer.
“You’re with a fucking slut.” The man says, getting right back in Ben’s face. Before you regain your legs and begin to move toward the car, you hear a fist make contact with someone’s cheek. Your eyes widen, and the cameraman hits the ground. Before you can react, you are ushered into the car and driven away. The first few minutes are deadly silent.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You whisper.
“I did, though; that asshole grabbed you and threatened you. No one does that to any girl of mine.” He grumbles.
“I’m not even your girl.” He faces you.
“As far as the world is concerned, you are, and I have to protect what is mine.” You feel a blush rise on your cheeks. The silence remains for two more beats.
“Thank you.” You place a hand on top of his.
“It’s what I do.” He says. You look away from him to let yourself smile.
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An Evening With Neil Gaiman
So I saw @neil-gaiman two nights ago. I'd like to write about it before the memory fades too much. To any fans of his who stumbled upon this blog because they searched for him, I’m sorry for what I’m going to say next.
And if you happen to be Neil Gaiman himself, well, no, you’re not. I simply refuse to believe that he would ever read this. But if he does, please don’t draw attention to me. I cannot handle the idea of even a fraction of your blog’s traffic being directed to mine. I’m happy in obscurity.
If you do the math on his tour dates, this means that I was present in the audience when he said this in Columbus, Ohio, because that is where I am.
I do want to point out that I think that what he actually said was "You ARE a people," not "YOU'RE a people," but it's possible that I misheard him. I was sitting pretty far back. I can all but promise you that Neil Gaiman did not see me. He kind of vaguely looked in my direction, but I was in darkness and far away. It happens.
The line got a laugh from the audience. People thought it was pretty funny. I thought it was obnoxious. What had prompted it was a question that had been submitted to him before the show (I myself did not submit any questions, because I didn't see the submission box on my way in, and the friendly employees who helped me find my seat didn't tell me about it) from someone saying that they were worried about their writing. They were worried that they were writing just for them, and not for people. So, Neil Gaiman said "You are a people," and the audience laughed.
But come on, Neil Gaiman. You could've said "You are a person" or "You're part of 'people,'" and it would have meant the same thing. But that wouldn't have gotten a laugh! My gut says that Neil Gaiman wanted that laugh. That far more people thought it was clever and funny than there were people like me who thought, goddammit, Neil Gaiman.
Let me be clear: I paid $90 for the ticket and parking space to be there last night all by myself because Neil Gaiman is my favorite living author. It doesn't mean I love everything he says or writes or does. It means that, on balance, there is more of his stuff that I love than there is of anybody else's.
I don't need to get into what Neil Gaiman works I enjoy. The man's written enough stuff that I suspect most anybody can find something in his body of work to enjoy. Which is great! It's one of his biggest strengths as an author: he can write for anybody, and he does, and he does it very well.
But I recognize that, though I may be a people, I'm a pretty odd people. I don't like his scary stories. Not because they're too scary, but because I usually don't find them compelling or interesting. I don't like his poems, because I don't generally like poems. There are poems I like. There are Neil Gaiman poems I like. I'm speaking in generalizations, and all generalizations are false.
If I'd known a way to do it, I'd have given someone a letter to pass on to Neil Gaiman. I'd printed it out and put it in an envelope which I'd carefully folded in half and placed in my coat pocket. I didn't see a chance to give it to anybody to give to him, and that's for the best. Neil Gaiman does not need to read a letter from me.
I've spoken at length on many occasions over the last two years about how I'm working on a novel myself. The 11-month course I took on First Draft writing ended this month, so I now have a 60,000-word first draft. I have, in that sense, written a book. I have not finished a book. It is not ready to be shared.
I'm trying to register for the next class from the same school, an 8-month Second Draft course that starts in late September. A 4-month gap. Frustrating.
There's also a Third Draft course. I imagine that there will be a similar gap after the Second Draft before that one starts. If that's true, then my book is two years away from being finished. It's depressing. But the years will pass whether I write the book or not, so I may as well write it.
And, though he's not the only reason, Neil Gaiman is part of why I'm sticking with it. He's a kind-hearted person when it comes to encouraging creativity in others, and even a cynical bastard like me appreciates that. I have to write this book, because, as Neil Gaiman says, nobody else is going to write it if I don't. I have to write something that I would want to read. I have to write something that a younger version of myself would have wanted to read. I have to trust in the idea that maybe, someday, somewhere, someone will enjoy this thing that I wrote.
It won't be good. Let's not pretend. Even with three years of instruction from very qualified teachers, it'll be the debut novel of an autistic software developer from Ohio who never took a writing class in school that he didn't absolutely need to take in order to graduate. I used to write for myself, as a hobby, in middle school, but I wasn't very good at it. I used to draw comic books, but I wasn't good at that, either. I didn't know how to get better, and being bad at it for years on end was depressing, and it wasn't paying my bills. So, as I got older, I stopped. I spent twenty years not even trying.
It kind of shows, I worry. I read a lot, or at least I used to, and I've done my best to understand what works and what doesn't.
"You are a people" works, but I'd never write such a thing. It hurts me to write it even here. I just can't handle it.
I'm not good at learning from observation, at least, not this kind of thing. I've done it with programming. I'm good at that. There's a joke in the IT world that the best programmers know where to go to copy from code that's already been written. In writing a program, your code either compiles or it doesn't. There's no compiler that'll look at your code and say "You are a people? Hilarious!" while another one says "No, please write that correctly." In the world of compilers, there is no accounting for taste, because there is no taste.
Now, obviously different programmers have different programming styles, and some are better at it than others. There's a famous story of how Satoru Iwata was able to optimize the code of Pokemon Gold & Silver so well that he was able to cram in an entire second region. He was a hell of a programmer.
I'm not, but I've still got a collection of degrees and certifications saying I know my stuff. There are no certification exams for writing novels, though, to my knowledge. No standard multiple-choice questions that have right and wrong answers. You just write, and you hope people like it.
As Neil Gaiman pointed out after the "you are a people" line, he wrote for himself, and, though he thinks that he is far from the usual person when it comes to what he does and doesn't enjoy, his taste still resonated with enough people to fill... and then he kind of gestured with his arms at the space in front of him... an entire room. In OHIO. He put emphasis on the word "Ohio." I'm sure he meant that as a joke, too. He was right about that one. That one was a good joke. I liked that joke.
Because Neil Gaiman is not from Ohio, though Ohio was happy to have him. The Palace Theatre had a lot of people in it. People who were there to see him.
That'll never happen to me, and I've accepted that. I've worked hard to be a good programmer, for many years, but other people who are smarter than I am and who've worked harder than I have are better at that than I am, too, and that's alright, too.
But my point, and there is a point, here, is that I still fundamentally believe in what Neil Gaiman has said about the importance of creating something that you'd enjoy, or you'd have enjoyed when you were younger, and getting that out into the world, and trusting that it will find an audience, however small.
I will also point out that, while there is no standardized test for writing, there certainly are tests for spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I've done my best to learn those rules, and I sometimes break them when I think it's useful. Like how that last paragraph was one long sentence, and it began with the word "But" even though sentences shouldn't start with "But."
It's all a matter of style, I suppose, and what style you enjoy.
So I'm glad that I went, and, to tell the truth, I was blinking back tears a little bit by the time Neil Gaiman finished answering that question from that person who wanted to know about writing for others vs. writing for themselves, because it was what I needed to hear, even though I've heard variations on it before. Sometimes it's good to hear it again. Sometimes it's good to be reminded.
I stepped out for a bathroom break while he read his story Click-Clack the Rattlebag, which you can read for yourself at https://www.commonlit.org/en/texts/click-clack-the-rattle-bag if you'd like, because I'd already read that story and don't like it much. It's not a bad story; it's just not to my taste. I didn't think it was scary or interesting or compelling, and that's fine. He read it because he asked the audience if he should read something funny or something scary, and when the audience shouted "Scary!", my heart sank. I would have preferred something funny.
I saw a stand selling books when I stepped out of the main hall, and I knew that Neil Gaiman must have pre-signed a bunch of books. He explained it once, somewhere on his blog, that he can't do signings at these events because it would take too long. He linked to a video that showed him signing like a machine, hundreds of books, at an incredible pace, helped by having a person on either side of him so that they could smoothly slide books in front of him and then take them away once they'd been signed.
To be honest, I think that's the right way for him to do things.
So I bought two books, for about $65. One was just for me, but the other was The Neil Gaiman Reader, because I already own most of Neil Gaiman's books in either digital or physical form, but I didn't own that one, and I wanted to have something I could lend to people who weren't already familiar with most of the stories in it. I was. I've already read most of those stories.
Some of them are not very good. Some of them are incredible. One of them is my favorite short story that Neil Gaiman has ever written, and I've quoted it somewhere on this blog, but I won't say which one it was here or anywhere else. That's a secret that's just for me, for now. But it's in there. It's in that book. And Neil Gaiman signed it for me, though he didn't know he was signing it for me, in the same way that he wrote that story for me, though he didn't know he was writing it for me.
He was, though. He wrote it and he put it out into the world for me to find it, and I found it, and it changed me in a way that art has the power to change a person.
And that's all someone like me can hope for, you know? To try to create something and put it out into the world for someone else to find and be changed.
You knew it had to come back to me, right? Of course it did. I'm self-centered that way. I'm not a good writer, and I've got a bad sense of humor, and I don't like most things, and I'm self-centered.
There's more I could write about the Evening with Neil Gaiman, but I should probably wrap it up. This is already quite long. Here are some brief notes.
He read a poem about Batman, in honor of the late Neal Adams, another of my favorite authors, though not my favorite living author, because he is no longer living. Batman is one of my favorite superheroes, and Neil Gaiman's work with the Batman characters is some of my favorite stuff anybody's done with Batman, but that wasn't enough to counter the fact that it was still a poem, and I found it pretty bland. I'm sorry, Neil Gaiman.
The whole event lasted a little under two hours, which felt rather short to me, but it may have been for the best since it meant I was able to get to bed by 11 PM, and I had to get up at 5 AM for work, and so it only cost me an hour or so of sleep, which I made up for the next night.
My therapist, because of course I have one, suggested I use the event as an opportunity to practice my "getting to know people" conversational skills. I laughed in his face and asked him if he really thought groups of people going to an event like that would want a stranger like me jumping into their conversations. Really got in his face about it. Demanded that he tell me what he'd say in that situation to get a group of people to talk to him. He eventually settled on some vague generalities like "Oh, what works do you enjoy?" I tried talking to a few people while in the line outside the Theatre to get in, but once inside, I talked to nobody and nobody talked to me and that's how I expected that to go.
On the way out, an older lady, who could have been 50 or could have been 90, I simply couldn't tell, was waiting at the steps, leaning on a handrail, and she loudly demanded of me as I walked past her, "Won't somebody buy me something to eat?" I might have the wording slightly off; it may have been "Can't anybody," for example, but you get the idea. She shouted it again a few seconds later. I did not give her any money or buy her any food, though I could have. It's possible that she was sincerely unable to buy her own food. That she was having real trouble in her life, the kind of trouble that any one of us is only a few bad days away from having. But it's also possible that she wasn't, and I'm too cynical and hardened by the world to trust in strangers. I'm cruel, in that way, in addition to all of my other problems. That was what capped off the night for me: an old woman angrily shouting at the patrons of the Palace Theatre that surely one of us rich assholes had money to spare for her, and they should give it to her, and I was one of the many who chose not to.
Well. So it goes.
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June 11
Tour Day 35. My Day 27
Indianapolis IN to Richmond IN
Miles today : 72
Feet of ascent today : 1630
Totals so far
Total miles 1815
Total feet ascended 38101
I was not expecting today’s 72-mile ride to be too challenging but that was before I was up all night puking my guts out. I don’t know what caused it (maybe the wine dregs after all, or some food allergy/poisoning) but the upshot is that I never slept and could only manage minimal breakfast (toast/cornflakes). I was tired and fragile before the ride even started and then my heart sank when I realized my rear tire was flat as we assembled to leave. I was able to get that taken of (metal shard) and left on time with the rest of the group in a light drizzle. The rain let up fairly quickly and I felt all would be well but about 15 miles out I got another flat - again in the rear. This time it was caused by a tiny razor sharp piece of gravel and although I got that dealt with pretty quickly (thank you Jason and Dana for stopping to lend a hand) I just could not get into an upbeat mindset, aware that I was now at the back of the group and still feeling “fragile”. I caught up with a few riders eventually but it just was not an enjoyable ride for me. I took no pics which is a good indication of how “disengaged” I felt. I passed through several nice looking towns (including Dublin, Cambridge City and Centerville, all with abundant antique shops) but the ride had become too much of a grind for me to stop and appreciate my surroundings. Our route was Rt 40 - well known by people in Columbus as Broad St. It is also known as National Road and runs parallel to I-70; in earlier times it was the principal means of traveling between east and west but I-70 now serves that purpose. Our section of Route 40 headed due east (unsurprising) with very few curves or turns - making it not a particularly fascinating route per se, although the gradual climb and winds from the side were aggravating factors.
Tomorrow - all being well - I will cross the state line and enter Ohio, ending up in Marysville OH just 20 miles from home. It is going to be a long haul - 105 miles; it will be raining for some of the trip but the heat and humidity are going to start rising so that may be the greater challenge. There is a chance that the wind may help us. Please let that be the case!
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Todd Snider with Aaron Lee Tasjan at Davidson Theatre, Columbus, Ohio, March 10, 2022
Todd Snider likes to tell the story of how John Prine used to ask his openers - including a young Snider - to join him in performing “Paradise” at the end of a show.
So when Snider told the story early on and then wrapped his March 10 concert in Columbus, Ohio, by asking his opener, Aaron Lee Tasjan, to join him on Prine’s “Paradise,” the move carried a bitter, the-torch-has-been-passed heaviness offset by Tasjan’s obvious - and sweet - joy at the gesture.
Thus ended a career-spanning, 90-minute show from Snider - the main set bookended with 2021’s “Turn Me Loose (I’ll Never Be the Same)” - that went all the way back to “Alright Guy” from 1994’s Songs for the Daily Planet.
The Davidson Theatre was only lightly attended, likely owing to this being Snider’s third area gig in nine months and ongoing - welcome as far as Sound Bites is concerned - mask and proof-of-COVID-19-vaccine requirements.
Snider began the night playing a new, custom-made-by-a-fan, gut-string guitar before switching to a more familiar instrument. The stage is still sparse - a table, a vase of flowers and the troubadour’s ubiquitous backdrop are the only props - the presentation still solo-acoustic, the stories about drugs and friends and misadventures still hilarious as the denizen of East Nashville marveled at how the music community rebranded “unsuccessful” music as Americana. But in a change, Snider’s omnipresent Solo cup is now yellow.
This was Night 2 of the latest Pickin’ …Grinnin’ … Tellin’ Stories … Takin’ Requests tour leg. And Snider did it all.
“I can play all that shit,” he said to shouted titles. “Carla” was then performed to enthusiastic cheers.
Snider led the audience in “Happy Birthday” for his brother; revisited the Hard Working Americans’ songbook with “Roman Candles;” blew a plaintive harmonica on “I Can’t Complain;” and was both introspective (“Just Like Overnight”) and funny (“Too Soon to Tell”).
Tasjan, who hails from the Columbus area, played a simpatico, enthusiastically received, 40-minute opening set on guitar and piano featuring songs like “I Love America Better than You” and “12 Bar Blues,” which is about 12 bars and is not a blues song.
Grade card: Todd Snider with Aaron Lee Tasjan at Davidson Theatre - 3/10/22 - B+
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3/11/22
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dayton
honeymoon masterlist
word count: 2631
music: air catcher by twenty one pilots
The tiniest part of you wanted to go to Columbus, because you loved that place. But the bigger part, the one that connected your brain to your hands clutching the wheel, told you if you fail, you’ll have all the time in the world to go back to Columbus. To wherever the fuck you want. Kai said he can operate practically any type of transport, but doesn’t like ships. Flying was fine with you as long as he really knew not to crash a plane. You had to constantly remind yourself that he had many years to learn everything.
As you drove, you were revising the CDs Kai found in the car. He was putting the disk in and pressing play, or sometimes he just read the names of the bands. He opened the window and threw away all the CDs that were named trash. Now that you two were misplacing them, they were supposed to stay there on the road after Kai sent them out of the window, you were asking. Right? But, crashing on the ground, they were damaged, so did it fall under the order part of the spell? Were they to return into the car after you deliberately got rid of them?
“You’ll know tomorrow”, Kai replied playfully. Surely he knew how that works, but it seemed he was unwilling to just tell you everything about this prison, and wanted you to discover things for yourself.
Dayton was empty, too. Just like Roanoke and Huntington on the way through. You found this stillness somewhat soothing. You didn’t like gatherings and crowds, didn’t like noise and people. You decided to dive back into the three foot world, and just enjoy the empty roads for once, and start worrying when the realization of utter loneliness settles in.
You looked on your right, where Parker was sitting, staring at the cover of “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” by a-ha (do not throw them away under any circumstances!) in his hands, with one brow raised, belt across his chest. You still felt like you were alone here although he was next to you. He still didn’t feel like a human person - more like a part of this world. As inanimate. He was remarkably quiet, and you knew it wasn’t for good.
On the Germantown Street, you stopped the car, feeling tired. The sun was about to set down completely, the May angle leading it onto your left. You got out and stretched, and Kai stepped out of the car a minute later.
“Where will we sleep? Any good hotels?”
He shrugged.
“I haven’t been in Dayton”.
“You haven’t been to Dayton?” you repeated.
“That’s what I said”.
“Ever?”
“Ever”.
He looked around and stared at the sky again. Parker has been glitching like that since last night, when he stared up as if trying to cope. You looked at his upturned nose and his youthful face, thinking, he is in his forties. This dude is going to be fifty years old soon, and he is a nut case, and I have him on my hands.
He looked back at you.
“Adventure begins here”, his tone was half-questioning, and he smiled. The way it curled his capricious mouth, his eyes glowing, told you he didn’t really believe in getting out. You’ve only spent here a day, but he gave up already. He knew there was no getting out, and he just took it as a long journey, to keep his girlfriend sane. You had no idea where he thought he was going.
You walked back to the car and took your bag and the phone. Kai’s eyes wouldn’t leave you.
“You’re changing the car again?”
“Uh-huh. Why not? It’s not like someone’s going to report them all?”
He smiled again.
You walked down the street, ghostly and quiet. No stray dogs, no garbage being thrown around by the wind - but that’s likely due to Dayton being very clean. Kai wouldn’t bother taking the bag out of your hands, walking with his head turning right and left. You felt like in a museum, observing the 90s’ fashionable displays and stores. The eerie sight of clothes you had a habit of associating with your mother’s youth, and the lighthearted, distant, happy past years, the square thick screens and simpler times, were now a reality for you. You could reach and touch that sky-blue blouse on a slim mannequin, wearing posh plastic necklace, a picture from an aesthetic lookbook for inspiration. Aesthetic and nostalgia, that’s what the nineties were to you, but now they were here, brought right upon you, by magic, and they were very real.
You slowed down in front of one of the windows of the Dayton Mall, a low, nice-looking white and green store, and looked at the leather jacket displayed.
The bag dropped on the ground as the understanding slowly creeped into your mind. Kai was standing few steps away from you, with his head cocked, watching you yet again. He seemed like a tour guide, a museum security guy who was more concerned about whether you enjoy this experience rather than keeping it all intact.
“I can do whatever I want”, you said slowly.
“Absolutely everything. There’s nobody to stop me”.
“Don’t headbutt the glass”, Parker warned you, and there was this note in his voice that told you he’s talking from personal experience.
You took off your hoodie, the evening air a bit cool for only a tank top. You wrapped your hoodie around your hand and swung it, breaking the display.
The glass shattered loudly, pieces of it falling to your feet with ringing. Interesting, you thought, you get here, into this world of opportunity which poses as prison, and the first thing you do is vandalize.
The jacket wasn’t even that cool, so you didn’t aim for it. You looked down the street full of windows, and you could feel your blood boil. There was something inside of you, trying to get out, like the fuse that suddenly got lit. Everybody has it. Anybody would do it. You turned back to look at him - no need to mention his name, there is nobody else but this guy - and he grinned half-invisibly. It was a grin of indulgence, a hidden smile that lit his face when he did something bad: you recognized it from last week, when he said he’d kidnapped Elena on the first week after he got out of prison. It was the smirk that bloomed on his face as he spoke about how he gutted his own mother, and god save you, it was the same smile he had after you opened your eyes and still had a taste of his mouth in yours.
You ran along the Germantown Street with the red pipe wrench you fished out of a car you found in the street. It was heavy in your hands as you swung it, crashing it into the glass, bothering the headless and armless mannequins, startled and falling down, creating the mess on their places. The glass was cutting your hands, flying in all directions, spitting sharp shrapnel like rain. With each broken window, your shoulder ached more and your head ached less, and you felt less like crying. Maybe there was a wake among that act of desctruction, but you missed it amongst the wild excitement of complete permissiveness. Parker walked after you, smiling quietly, as you raged around him, carrying the bag, and looked around. Finally, when you got tired, he sat on the asphalt next to you and looked at your hands.
“You’ve tapped one percent of what you can do here”.
His sly hand took your palm, and your skin stung a little. It wasn’t as bad as that burn yesterday. You watched your own hands not believing pain could live longer than physical manifestation of it. Kai’s fingers wrapped around the cuts tightly, making you sigh sharply. He was so full of magic now, fresh prince of everything, that it radiated out of him. You could swear you felt it coming from his hand to yours. The cuts started sucking on themselves, and the ache stayed deep inside slender bones, phantom.
“Another”.
“You shouldn’t waste your magic. Who knows how long we’re going to stay here”.
Kai gave you a meaningful look.
“Well, we decided we’d find a way, right? So, I’m doing it soon”.
“You know you’re lying. You’re only going to Oregon because I asked you”.
“See how nice I am?”
Your palm snaked out of his hand as soon as he healed you.
“That’s what I don’t like about it”.
Parker eyed you down.
“You’re really hard to please, aren’t you?”
“I’m a bit grumpy cause I’m stuck here with you”.
“I have told you before, I never asked you to”.
You didn’t really have the energy to fight now. You wondered how you’re going to cope with his breakdowns in the future - and they’re bound to happen from time to time. Maybe become just like him, emotionally volatile. Seems easy enough. So far, everything here has been too easy, and you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Darkness fell on Dayton, and there was intense white glow somewhere beyond a row of buildings in Madden Hill.
“There it goes. I think it’s a cool hotel. You should go to sleep, you have a long drive tomorrow”.
He got up and offered you a hand.
“It’s weird you’re not driving”, you noticed.
“I don’t like driving”.
You stood up without his help and he frowned again, like he was noticing every little thing crossing your mind.
“How is that? I thought you liked being in control”.
“I am. I’m making you drive me everywhere”.
You sniffed.
“I do it because I like driving”.
“Then it’s a win-win, right?”
He patted you on the back and removed his hand as if afraid you’d bite.
You walked on towards the glow, crossing lit and dark streets. Here the lightning is automatic, and here is not, Kai was commenting. He was commenting on everything which indicated he was in a good mood.
“That’s the best ‘94 can do?” you inquired, looking at the tall rectangle building.
“It’s a Hilton”, he noticed.
“It’s an ugly ass hotel”, you grumbled. Kai snickered and followed you inside.
“Are you hungry? I’m hungry”.
Parker knew his way around everything. He knew where the kitchen was, and, while you were coming up choosing a room, he went on raiding the huge space filled with food.
He was devilishly good with it, too.
That evening, after you’ve eaten, you went strolling around the place and found out one more thing: you didn’t like being without him while you knew he was around.
Empty space that was supposed to be filled with people creeped out your unprepared mind. The stairs sounded hollow, and you expected somebody to jump out of the long, empty corridors. In the windows of the hotel, there shone an empty city, lit for nobody. Shadows and silhouettes were floating around in the dark sky. You decided not to butcher every thing that came into your way and fought the desire to break the window to look outside. What will become of you if you use the foot and fist method for everything just because there’s no one to stop you? Kai wouldn’t mentor you. He’s more of a devil on the left shoulder than the voice of reason. He will definitely be willing to spoil you until you’re flexible material he can use.
You now had a great opportunity to reflect on all that, Parker included, and decide on your course of action, separate yourself from your cell mate. But instead of staying away to think you found yourself drawn to the place where he was, because the empty ugly Hilton was scary.
You returned into the room and found him, sitting on the floor of the big top floor suite, with the little bedside light next to him, crouched over something. Walking closer, you found it was the charger from your phone, and something remotely resembling a part of a boombox. One of the loud speakers from it was torn out, and laid at his hand, and you couldn’t understand a single thing he was doing.
“What is it?”
“I’m making you a portable speaker, like one of those bluetooth things kids have”, he said shortly.
You looked down on him, a little surprised, because he’s never acknowledged his own age or the era he’s lived in before. Preoccupied, he looked very smart, and completely normal. He even rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie.
“How?”
“See this thing? It’s from that player”, he motioned his hand towards a player lying afar on the floor. Looked like he’d kicked it away with force.
“I’ll adjust the wire so that it can see your iPhone, and voila”.
“But I need the charger”.
“It’s gonna work”, he nodded.
“Are you sure? Kai, I can’t lose my phone!”
He sighed, and looked up at you.
“Did I mentioned I studied at MIT?”
“No. You know there’s been a shooting?”
You didn’t know why you mentioned it immediately.
“Wasn’t me”.
“Clever motherfucker”.
Kai shifted as if you touched him. He looked at you as you walked away. Coming close to the bed, you felt you were almost collapsing with exhaustion even though you didn’t do much.
Just before you fell asleep, you looked at the time on an electronic clock next to bed. It was almost midnight.
You woke up as if someone hit you. The silence was pressing on your ears, pressing your head, and moreover you didn’t know where you were. Without opening your eyes, you tried to remember the place and what happened. The darkness was blue and black, and it was so warm you tried to pull the covers off of yourself, and failed.
Kai moaned, displeased, right behind your ear, and you realized his arm was wrapped around you, and that’s why you felt like you were lying in a cacoon.
You rolled halfway, not without a struggle, and saw his face very close.
“Kai, what about personal space?”
His body was so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. Of course, he’s one of those boys who turn into stoves when they sleep. Somehow his body just did that, so that you didn’t really know what he was unhappy about. You were scared of how well your shape adjusted to his, and you were lying comfortably in such a position that you usually get when you wake up in the morning. Even if bed seemed uncomfortable last night, in the morning you don’t want to move an inch, and the pillow seems perfectly soft.
Still, you could feel his invasive mass, almost pushing you off that king sized bed, cornering you to the edge, like he was trying to scope you and win over the bed at the same time. You felt for his hand against your ribs and found he formed a fist, clutching the fabric of your shirt, like you were about to roll away.
“What personal space?” he murmured.
Fair enough. In this world, that was all yours and nobody else’s, this crowdless, lifeless planet, thounsands and thousands of miles of nobody’s land, in this spacious cursed desert, there was not space enough for the two of you to move separately. You had felt it while wandering around the hotel, when you decided to run back to where he was just to see another human next to you, to make sure you’re not alone. This prison was as claustrophobia igniting as it was hollow. There was no personal space here.
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CHICAGO FIRE - PILOT (S01E01)
[sirens wailing]
(Over PA): House fire, 788 Maple Street. Engine 51, Truck 81,
Ambulance 61.
[horns honking, sirens wailing]
Andy Darden: Guys, how do I look?
Matt Casey: As usual. Like the class clown.
Christopher Herrmann: [chuckles]
Matt Casey: Yo, Severide, how soon till you can take Darden off my
hands?
Kelly Severide: [laughs] Andy makes squad the day after I’m no
longer in charge.
[laughter]
[horns honking, sirens wailing]
[brakes squeal]
[indistinct chatter]
Lady 1: The attic. My brother lives up there. He hasn’t come down.
Matt Casey: That window there?
Lady 1: Yes, I haven’t seen him. Oh, god.
Matt Casey: Think there’s a guy in the attic.
Andy Darden: I’ll raise the aerial.
Kelly Severide: He could be on the stairs, in the hallway, anywhere.
We’ll go in the back, work our way up.
Case of beer we get to him first.
Matt Casey: Just vent the back.
Was Severide always such a cocky prick?
Andy Darden: Only since kindergarten.
[indistinct chatter]
[woman sobbing]
Chief Boden: This is Chief Boden. Want an inch and ¾ on the front.
Need two 2 1/2s on the neighbour’s houses. I want
my entrance through the rear and ground ladders to
the roof.
Kelly Severide: Halligan. [grunts]
Let’s go!
Hey, check over there!
Matt Casey: (into radio) Severide, do we have a vent?
Darden, wait!
[glass breaks]
Andy Darden: We’re good.
[glass breaking]
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Casey, there is no vent.
Matt Casey: Darden, back out!
[door shuts]
Kelly Severide: Get down! [grunts]
Matt Casey: Darden!
Andy Darden: [screams]
[somber music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Title Screen -
[somber music]
Jose Vargas: What the hell are you doing, Casey?
Matt Casey: Can’t stand looking at this another day.
Jose Vargas: Heather might want it.
Matt Casey: Yeah, I’ll call her.
Jose Vargas: Boden’s looking for you.
Chief Boden: Casey, you want to step into my office?
Matt Casey: Rumours floating around you’re going to box in the
drop-a-cop. Fight that guy who slept with your first
wife?
Chief Boden: It was my second wife, and she’s his problem now,
not mine. So, no, I’m not boxing him.
Mayor Emanuel’s coming by on Saturday to make the
month since Darden…This animosity…has got to stop.
You’re both supposed to be leaders here. Lead by
example. We’ve all been through it. Andy was a friend
to all of us.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, he was.
Matt Casey: Is there something you want to say?
Chief Boden: See this? This right here, this is exactly what I’m
talking about.
Kelly Severide: You’re right, Chief. I’m sorry, it’s all good,
Matt Casey: We’re fine, Chief.
Chief Boden: [sighs] Then that’s enough for now.
cutscene
[siren wails in the distance]
Peter Mills: Hey. Um…my—my name is Peter Mills. I’m the new
candidate on 81.
Joe Cruz: Oh, fantastic. Joe Cruz. We’ve been waiting for you.
Peter Mills: Really? Great.
Joe Cruz: So Peter Mills, is it?
Peter Mills: Pete, actually, I…
Joe Cruz: Okay, Peter Mills, right this way. So, uh, gym’s through
there. There’s a TV in the kitchen, but satellite’s busted.
Uh, equipment room. Rescue squad a-holes. Think they
own that table. Kitchen. Tower.
Peter Mills, keep moving.
Peter Mills: Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
Joe Cruz: Hey, Otis, this is Peter Mills.
Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, I’m giving a tour.
Joe Cruz: Peter Mills is our new candidate.
Otis Zvonecek: Peter Mills…it’s all yours.
Peter Mills: Um…who wants to try on a helmet?
cutscene
[sirens wailing]
(Over radio): Firehouse 51, Ambulance 61, Multiple gunshot injuries.
934 Roosevelt Road.
[sirens shut off]
Gabby Dawson: What’s up?
Patrol Officer 1: Two GSW’s. One’s an organ donor, another hit in
the gut.
Gabby Dawson: Shooter?
Patrol Officer 1: Gone, but this happened less than ten minutes
ago.
We’re sweeping.
Group of guys: Hey, baby.
Go on, medic.
[music]
Victim 1: Oh, god. Oh, god.
Gabby Dawson: What’s your name?
Victim 1: Ricky.
Gabby Dawson: You buying or selling, Ricky?
Victim 1 (Ricky): Bitch, just fix me up!
Leslie Shay: Maybe we should let him bleed awhile.
Victim 1 (Ricky): I put one in that G.D. Hit him right in the head.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, I don’t think so, Ricky. He’s gone.
Victim 1 (Ricky): No, man, I hit him!
Patrol Officer 2: Hey, we think the shooter’s upstairs.
Gabby Dawson: Okay, we’re good here.
Ricky, have you been using? Hm? We need to
know so that we don’t give you something that
can make you go into shock, okay?
Leslie Shay: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Victim 2 / Shooter: Rise up, fool!
Victim 1 (Ricky): I told you, I shot him!
Victim 2 / Shooter: [grunting]
Gabby Dawson: Sit down. I need to look at your head.
[gun hammer clicks]
Gabby Dawson: It’s alright, okay? I’m just gonna take a look.
Just take a seat. I just want to take a look, okay?
Your head’s in bad shape, but I’m only gonna help
you if you drop that piece on the floor. You need to
drop the gun or we’re leaving.
Victim 2 / Shooter: Come on.
Gabby Dawson: Not until you drop that gun.
Drop the gun now!
Patrol Officer 3: Turn around! Hands behind your back!
[groans]
Patrol Officer 2: Weapon secured.
cutscene
Patrol Officer 1: Gabriela, what can I say?
Gabby Dawson: Say you’ll check the closet next time.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: Throw in for cooking club.
Hey, short arms, long pockets. Yeah you.
Jose Vargas: How’d Herrmann get the chef job?
Mouch: No gag reflex.
Matt Casey: Otis, what happened to your tour?
Otis Zvonecek: Our new candidate.
Peter Mills: So this is called a pass alarm. Now, if a firefighter is
totally still for more than 18 seconds, a loud alarm goes
off until he moves again.
Child 1: Why?
Peter Mills: Well, if he’s hurt or trapped, we’ll know where to find him.
[alarm wailing]
Peter Mills: That’s loud.
See, this house is special because it has a rescue
squad. Squad 3 serves a big piece of this city. They’re
experts at water rescue, extraction, pretty much
everything. They’re like the best of the best.
Child 2: Why aren’t you with them?
Peter Mills: Well, I mean, I plan to be. My father was a member of
this squad years ago.
Matt Casey: Mills, right? Last to show, first to go. That’s the rescue
squad.
Kelly Severide: You truck guys do such a good job getting
everything ready for us. Why would we want to take
that away from you?
Matt Casey: [snickers] Kids, you should know they make the rescue
helmets extra big to fit their heads inside them.
Kelly Severide: There are two types of firefighters: those who are on
squad, and those who wish they were on squad.
Matt Casey: Ooh.
Peter Mills: Come on, kids.
Kelly Severide: Bet I get an application from him by the end of the
month.
Matt Casey: He wants you, you can have him.
[alarm wailing]
[buzzing]
(Over PA): Pin-in accident, Columbus Drive Bridge. Ambulance 61,
Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Battalion 25.
Joe Cruz: Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!
Matt Casey: Let’s go!
[siren wailing]
[honking]
Matt Casey: Mills, shadow Mouch. Walk with a purpose, but don’t
run. Take it all in, know the details of the situation
before your act.
Oh, and Mills, don’t be a crow.
[honking, siren wailing]
[sirens shut off]
[handle rattling]
Matt Casey: Ma’am? Can you hear me?
Lady 2 / Victim 3: My daughter…
Child 3: [whimpering]
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Madeline?
[honking]
Jose Vargas: Hey, Cruz, grab the saw!
Child 3 (Madeline): [whimpering]
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Madeline! My little girl!
Matt Casey: I see her. She’s okay.
Child 3 (Madeline): [whimpering]
Matt Casey: Get the jaws!
Chief Boden: (into radio) This is Chief Boden. I’m gonna need two
more ambulances and a helicopter.
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Oh you’re fine honey.
Matt Casey: Mother, daughter trapped. Both responsive.
Gabby Dawson: Can you hear me?
Matt Casey: Madeline.
Gabby Dawson: Madeline? Are you hurt, honey?
Child 3 (Madeline): [nods slightly] mmhmm.
Gabby Dawson: Okay, can you tell me where you’re hurt?
Child 3 (Madeline): My body.
[creaking sounds]
Firefighter: We’re leaking fuel!
Gabby Dawson: Okay, you mean your tummy or your chest?
Child 3 (Madeline): My chest.
[creaking sounds]
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Madeline, mommy loves you. Everything’s gonna
be okay.
Madeline, look at mommy.
Mouch: Oh shh—He’s in the water. He’s in the water!
Chief Boden: Who?
Mouch: The driver. He was ejected.
[indistinct chatter]
Chief Boden: We think we got one in the river. Go.
Kelly Severide: We’re on it!
Gabby Dawson: Now, listen, Madeline, I want you to see if you can
turn your head toward me. Can you do that?
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Madeline.
Child 3 (Madeline): [whimpering]
Lady 2 / Victim 3: Madeline.
Christopher Herrmann: Here we go, there you go. Give me your
legs. It’s okay.
Child 3 (Madeline): [whimpering]
Gabby Dawson: It’s okay.
Kelly Severide: All right, Husting and me are going. Capp and
Hadley on RIT and run the line.
Jose Vargas: It’s dumping gas!
[explosion]
Child 3 (Madeline): [sobs]
Chief Boden: Get a hose on that. Come on!
Firefighter: Go!
Peter Mills: That’s the driver. Stop that guy.
Firefighter: Go!
Patrol officer 4: I got him. I got him.
Voice over radio: We got the driver. He’s in custody.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Cancel the dive. No one is in the water.
Gabby Dawson: It’s okay.
Child 3 (Madeline): I’m scared.
Leslie Shay: Let’s get her out of here.
Gabby Dawson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, look at her jugular.
Leslie Shay: It’s all right, sweetie.
Gabby Dawson: Muffled heart sounds. It’s Beck’s triad
Leslie Shay: Come on, sweetie. Gentle.
Easy. Come on.
cutscene
[sirens wailing]
[monitor beeping]
Gabby Dawson: Time?
Leslie Shay: Less than two minutes!
[monitor beeping]
Gabby Dawson: I got PEA. She’s bleeding into the bag around her
heart. I need to evacuate the blood.
Leslie Shay: A minute and a half!
Gabby Dawson: She doesn’t have a minute and a half, Shay! She’s
gonna be dead before we get there!
Leslie Shay: You got to wait, Dawson!
Gabby Dawson: Pull over the damn rig now!
[tires squeal]
[monitor beeping]
Gabby Dawson: Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Damn it! I
hit the heart.
Leslie Shay: Back it out slowly. Slowly.
[beeping intensifies]
[beeping stabilises]
Gabby Dawson: Pressure’s coming up. Go!
[tires squeal, siren wails]
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: Mediastinal haemorrhage. I attempted
pericardiocentesis and saw PVCs.
Doctor 1: You hit her heart with a needle?
Gabby Dawson: I backed it out and evacuated as much blood as I
could.
Doctor 1: Well, let’s hope you didn’t kill her in the process.
Get her into 3. Call Dr. Nesbit upstairs and tell him to prep
for surgery.
Doctor 2: Gabby, don’t worry about him. He’s an ass. And his wife’s
finally leaving him, so there’s that.
Gabby Dawson: Thanks.
cutscene
Otis Zvonecek: Say, Lieutenant, now that we have a new candidate,
I don’t have to be Otis anymore.
Matt Casey: You’re still Otis.
Otis Zvonecek: But I thought I could learn to drive the truck and we
could put Peter Mills on the elevators.
Matt Casey: Herrmann, what’s this guy’s name?
Christopher Herrmann: Otis.
Matt Casey: No, his real name.
Christopher Herrmann: Bart?
Otis Zvonecek: Brian. Brian Zvonecek.
He knew.
Matt Casey: You’re staying on elevators, which makes you Otis.
Sorry.
Kelly Severide: Hey! Guy in the water? How about a guy with his
head up his ass?
Matt Casey: You handle your firefighters. I’ll handle mine.
Kelly Severide: That’s a good theory, Casey. How about giving it a
try?
Matt Casey: Know what? I’m getting real tired of your bull,
Severide.
Kelly Severide: I don’t give a damn what you’re tired of.
Chief Boden: Hey! I thought you all should know I am gonna fight
that Dick Olmstead who slept with my wife in
Saturday’s drop-a-cop, or we could all just throw the
gloves on right now, beat the hell out of each other.
Maybe when the mayor comes on Saturday that’s
what he sees. Truck versus squad – old as the CFD,
so deal with it. We all lost Darden a month ago
Friday. And that ain’t changing, so maybe we should.
[somber music]
cutscene
Matt Casey: Hey, Heather.
Heather Darden: Hey.
Matt Casey: Hey, guys.
Darden boys: Hi.
Heather Darden: Thanks for meeting me out here. I just can’t go in
there.
Matt Casey: How are you?
Heather Darden: I don’t—what do you want me to say?
So that’s it, huh? 14 years at this station, and it all
fits into a box.
Matt Casey: Heather, there’s not a single place I look and don’t see
him. Bells go off and I think, “The truck can’t leave yet.
Andy’s not on it.”
Heather Darden: Why don’t you and Hallie and I get together? I
could use a Margarita—or four.
Matt Casey: Of course. I’ll have Hallie call you.
[trunk shuts]
[engine starts]
Leslie Shay: Kelly.
Kelly Severide: Yeah?
Leslie Shay: [head motion to come here]
[sighs] Here.
Kelly Severide: Thanks.
Leslie Shay: Okay.
[door click shut]
[bottle cap popping]
[door squeak open]
[water running]
cutscene
[car door shut]
Matt Casey: You okay, Dawson?
Gabby Dawson: Uh, of course, yeah, yeah. It’s uh…[sighs] Some
days, you know?
Forget it, it’s all good. You?
Uh, listen, some of us are going over to Buzzard’s
tomorrow night if you and Hallie want to come.
Matt Casey: We would, but uh, we do a date night thing. Just us.
But maybe we’ll try.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, sure, that sounds nice.
cutscene
[knock on door]
Attorney: Mr. Herrmann? I’m David Talbott, an attorney with the
Sheriff’s department.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, no problem. We’re all out. There’s a
dryer down in the basement, I couldn’t get
out by myself, but otherwise, you know…
Attorney: We’ll take care of it.
[keys jingling]
Attorney: Oh, no, uh, we’ll change the locks.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, right.
cutscene
[knocks at door]
Matt Casey: Hey.
Hallie Thomas: Pizza…again?
You can’t live like that.
Matt Casey: Come on in.
Hallie Thomas: I’ve only got a few minutes before my shift.
I…I can’t wear this if I’m not still engaged to you.
Am I?
Matt Casey: You tell anyone I moved out?
Hallie Thomas: No, you?
Matt Casey: No.
Hallie Thomas: So what are we doing?
Matt Casey: I’d marry you tomorrow, Hallie, if I knew we wanted the
same things.
Hallie Thomas: I’m a resident, Matt. I cannot start a family right
now.
Matt Casey: Yeah, that’s been made perfectly clear.
Hallie Thomas: So what are we doing?
Matt Casey: I don’t know.
Hallie Thomas: Call me when you do.
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: Yo, Peter Mills!
My partner, Shay, she’s been asking about you.
Been talking about you all morning.
Otis Zvonecek: I heard she’s a monster. Dude I know over 19, he
walked with a hitch for a week.
Peter Mills: Ah, you guys are busting my balls.
Christopher Herrmann: Listen to me, kid, I just lost my house to
foreclosure because I took a bath in the
market. We’re now living with my in-laws,
which is two bedrooms shy of
unpleasant. My wife won’t take her birth
control because the Pope said if she did,
God would cry so I’m not having any sex.
So if there’s any chance that I could live
vicariously through you, it’s literally all
I got.
Peter Mills: Alright.
[clears throat] Hey.
Leslie Shay: Hey.
Peter Mills: I’m Peter Mills.
Uh…Pete [chuckles]
Leslie Shay: Uh huh, Peter Mills. Can you hand me that box right
there?
Peter Mills: Uh, yeah.
Leslie Shay: Thanks.
Peter Mills: So the little girl from the bridge accident, she okay?
Leslie Shay: You really are new, aren’t you? Listen, we get ‘em to
the doctor best we can, and then we move on. It’s the
only way to make it here.
Peter Mills: Uh, yeah, yeah. So um…I was thinking—I mean, I was
wondering…do you maybe wanna hook up for a beer or
dinner or something?
Leslie Shay: Peter Mills, are you gay?
Peter Mills: Me? No.
Leslie Shay: Because I am.
[everyone laughing]
Chief Boden: Dawson. Shay. Which one of you put a needle in the
girl’s heart?
Give me a minute.
Firefighter: Yeah.
Chief Boden: Tell me what happened.
Gabby Dawson: Her heart was stopping, and we pulled over, and I
did what I had to do.
Leslie Shay: It was the right thing to do.
Chief Boden: Chief surgeon at Lakeshore disagrees. Do you know
who your union rep is?
Leslie Shay: What?
Chief Boden: Get him involved right now, just as a precaution.
Maybe this goes away. Just in case it doesn’t.
Gabby Dawson: Chief…
Chief Boden: You two stick together.
cutscene
Peter Mills: How long were you the candidate here?
Otis Zvonecek: Not long, four years.
Joe Cruz: I can’t believe we’re gonna miss the fights tonight.
Chief Boden: Well that’s just as well, ‘cause I just found out he
fought golden gloves.
Joe Cruz: That was 20 years ago, Chief. We gotta tape it or
something. We gotta see it.
What’s the lieutenant doing?
Christopher Herrmann: He said he wanted to cook the Saturday
corned beef.
Matt Casey: [grunts]
Christopher Herrmann: Ah, look at that.
Mouch: He made the best chicken parmigiana I ever put in my
mouth.
Joe Cruz: What do you got there, Casey?
Matt Casey: Don’t you worry about it. Call everyone to chow.
Capp: Hey, Casey’s in there cooking.
Hadley: Casey?
Capp: Yeah.
Matt Casey: Have at it.
cutscene
Matt Casey: What the hell’s going on? You okay? ‘Cause if you’re
not, maybe you need to…
Kelly Severide: You think I need your help?
Matt Casey: I’m trying here, Severide.
Kelly Severide: Keep on.
Matt Casey: I cleaned out Darden’s locker.
You should have vented the back.
Kelly Severide: We’re called the rescue squad, Casey. We don’t
vent. You shouldn’t have put Andy through the
window. I don’t have to explain myself to you, I
sleep like a baby. You?
cutscene
Otis Zvonecek: Say, Herrmann. You think maybe you just bought a
little too much house?
Christopher Herrmann: I was preyed upon by low-interest loan
vultures.
Matt Casey: What time is the mayor coming?
Christopher Herrmann: I heard 9.
Otis Zvonecek: I heard he stops to take a piss at every house in the
city…as a sign of respect.
Mouch: Stopped here in June.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Boden’s about to fight in ten minutes.
Matt Casey: Screw it. Let’s take a ride.
Truck: Take a ride.
All right. Let’s go.
Yeah.
[bell dings]
[cheers and applause]
Announcer: Fighting in the red corner, for the Chicago Fire
Department, Chief Bo-Bo-Bo-Boden.
Otis Zvonecek: (into radio) Hello, sports fans. This is Brian
Zvonecek, coming to you live from the annual battle
of the badges.
(over radio) Firefighters versus the police.
Kelly Severide: What’s that?
Otis Zvonecek: (over radio) I hope you all are ready for this.
Capp: That’s Otis.
Otis Zvonecek: (over radio) Boden looks like a heat-seeking missile
as he climbs in the ring to take on Captain Olmstead
from the CPD. Olmstead, of course looks like the
quivering cop slob that he is.
Joe Cruz: [laughs]
Otis Zvonecek: (over radio) Chief Boden first won back in 1992,
when he was part of the esteemed Truck 81, the
greatest truck in all of Chicago.
Matt Casey: Mouch, I can’t keep making excuses for ya.
[bell dings]
Otis Zvonecek: (over radio) There goes the bell, and here we go.
Takes two quick jabs to the nose. Oh, he falls back
into the ropes. One, two, three to the chin. Boden’s
in trouble already, folks. Wait. Here it comes…three
straight lefts…
[alarm sounds]
(Over PA & Radio): Accident, building fire, 241 Franklin Street.
Ambulance 61, Engine 51.
Jose Vargas: That’s just down the block.
Matt Casey: (into radio) 81 responding.
We’re rolling.
Main: Copy that, 81.
[siren wailing]
Firefighter: (over radio) Engine 51 responding.
Leslie Shay: (over radio) Ambulance 61 en route to scene.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Kelly Severide: (over radio) Squad 3 responding to Franklin Street
building fire.
[honking, siren wailing]
[fire explosion]
Christopher Herrmann: Wow, this is bad, bad, bad.
[sirens shut off]
[indistinct shouting]
[sirens wailing in the distance]
Matt Casey: Let’s go, let’s go!
Otis, get to the elevator and tell us what we’re looking
at. Mills, help Cruz vent the roof. Herrmann, you and me
to the top floor and work our way down. Let’s move!
[indistinct shouting]
[coughing]
Matt Casey: Keep moving.
(into radio) Two coming out.
Let’s go, Herrmann. Second floor, clear the doors.
Christopher Herrmann: Fire department! Anyone here?
cutscene
[indistinct shouting]
Joe Cruz: Hey, slow breaths. Okay?
cutscene
[elevator dings]
Otis Zvonecek: Elevator one is clear!
Jose Vargas: Something’s keeping it open.
(into radio) We’ve got an open door on five!
Otis Zvonecek: Let’s clear it!
(into radio) Otis and Vargas heading up to five.
Elevator obstruction.
cutscene
Joe Cruz: Gimme a diagonal stripe right here.
[saw roars]
[axe chopping]
cutscene
Matt Casey: Fire department! Anyone here? Call out!
[child screams]
Child 4: Help us! [coughing]
Child 5: We’re under here! [coughing]
Matt Casey: It’s gonna be all right. We’ll get you out. Come on.
Watch your head, sweetie.
I gotcha.
[elevator dings]
Otis Zvonecek: Woman down!
[elevator dings]
Matt Casey: Think you can walk?
Go to this guy. Go to Mouch.
Christopher Herrmann: There you go, Mouch, he’s alright.
Matt Casey: (into radio) Truck 81, we need two more alarms. We’re
going back in. Let’s go.
cutscene
[saw buzzes]
Joe Cruz: Hey! Use your axe!
[grunts, axe chopping]
cutscene
Jose Vargas: I’ll take her [grunts].
cutscene
[axe]
Joe Cruz: It’s ready to vent! Back up!
[creaking, rumbling]
Joe Cruz: (into radio) Roof is open.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: It’s too hot! We gotta go now!
Matt Casey: (into radio) Everybody out, out! Let ‘em get hoses on it!
[sirens wailing]
Chief Boden: Rescue squad is two minutes out. Ambo too. What do
you have?
Mouch: Cruz and Mills are headed down from the roof. Otis, Vargas,
Casey, and Herrmann are clear on floor four and headed
down.
Chief Boden: No, no, no, they gotta go up. Smoke’s gone black.
(into radio) Casey, up. Go up to the roof. Casey, do
you copy?
Matt Casey: Up, up, we can’t go down.
Move. Go, move, go.
[rumbling]
[crash]
[groans]
Jose Vargas: Casey! Herrmann!
[pass alarm beeping]
cutscene
[sirens wailing, honking]
Chief Boden: (over radio) Rescue squad on scene.
[indistinct shouting]
Chief Boden: We have at least two not moving in the basement,
Casey and Herrmann.
Kelly Severide: We’ll get ‘em.
Chief Boden: Squad 3, moving in. Hold engines until men are clear.
[pass beeping]
Otis Zvonecek: Up here! Up here!
Kelly Severide: Go up!
(into radio) This is Severide, I need a ladder on the
west side window, fifth floor. I see Casey and
Herrmann.
Give me ropes, I’m going down.
Come on, let’s go, let’s go.
Okay. Down, down.
Lower.
Okay, I’m down. Offline.
Matt Casey: [coughing]
Kelly Severide: Come on, get up. You don’t wanna miss the mayor’s
visit.
Matt Casey: [coughing]
Kelly Severide: You’re cooking down here.
Hey!
Matt Casey: [coughing]
Kelly Severide: You alright?
Matt Casey: Herrmann. Herrmann!
Kelly Severide: Turn him.
Hey, his air!
Christopher Herrmann: [gasping]
Matt Casey: Take a breath, Herrmann.
Kelly Severide: Breathe, buddy.
Hey, get me another line down here!
cutscene
Joe Cruz: Guys, need a lift?
Otis Zvonecek: That’s the last resident. Building’s clear.
Joe Cruz: Got her.
Otis Zvonecek: Thanks, buddy.
cutscene
Kelly Severide: Hey! Lift!
Matt Casey: Get him up!
Kelly Severide: Watch his head!
Firefighter: Let’s get him up. Let’s go.
[groaning]
[rumbling & crashing]
Kelly Severide: Hey!
Matt Casey: [grunting]
Kelly Severide: [groaning]
Mouch: I got you, Lieutenant!
Kelly Severide: [groaning] Come on!
[all groaning]
[coughing]
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: Uh, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.
Leslie Shay: You’re okay.
Christopher Herrmann: I’m okay.
Leslie Shay: You’re gonna be alright.
Gabby Dawson: That’s right, Herrmann, you’re fine, okay?
Christopher Herrmann: [wheezes]
Gabby Dawson: Tension pneumothorax.
Leslie Shay: Don’t think. Just do it.
Christopher Herrmann: [wheezes]
Gabby Dawson: Alright, stay with me, Christopher. Stay with me.
He’s probably got other internal damage. Help me
get him inside.
Christopher Herrmann: [coughing & wheezing]
[indistinct shouting]
[all coughing]
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Clear! Squad 3, Truck 81 are clear.
Firefighter: (over radio) Roger that.
Chief Boden: (over radio) Open up the hoses.
Matt Casey: How’s Herrmann?
Chief Boden: On his way to Lakeshore.
Matt Casey: [panting]
[somber music]
Firefighter: I need another leader line!
Peter Mills: [sighs]
Matt Casey: Nice work, candidate.
Peter Mills: Thanks.
Matt Casey: Now start packing up our gear.
[sirens blares]
Jose Vargas: Looks like we’re gonna meet the mayor after all.
[music]
cutscene
[fire truck beeping]
Gabby Dawson: Do you think there’s gonna be a hearing?
Okay, thank you.
Matt Casey: Union?
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, yeah. Uh, they’re starting a file on me.
Matt Casey: I’m going to the hospital to check in on Herrmann, if
you want to come.
Gabby Dawson: What do you know?
Matt Casey: I know we can’t lose another one.
[locker sounds]
cutscene
Peter Mills: Furlough requests.
Chief Boden: Hell of a first day, Mills. You handled yourself. Rest of
the truck will remember that.
Peter Mills: Thank you, Chief.
Uh…Chief, one other thing. I was talking about the
rescue squad, and Lieutenant Casey told me not to be a
crow. You know what that means?
Chief Boden: Oh, did he? A crow wanted to be a peacock, so he
put on coloured feathers and went over to the
peacock yard, but the peacocks, they plucked them
all away. So the crow, he tried to get back with the
crows. They wanted nothing to do with him.
Peter Mills: My mum used to tell me to keep my mouth shut and
just watch. I’m glad I have you here to watch, Chief.
[somber music]
cutscene
[indistinct voice over hospital PA]
Matt Casey: Any update?
Joe Cruz: He’s in surgery, trying to find the bleed. They don’t know.
Doctor 3: I got her into four. She’s 190 over 80, so let’s keep a
watch on her.
Doctor 2: Alright.
Matt Casey: Hey, doc.
Doctor 2: Yes?
Matt Casey: Um, Dawson, what was the name of that little girl from
the bridge?
Leslie Shay: Casey, don’t.
Gabby Dawson: Madeline, that was her name.
Matt Casey: A little girl named Madeline, pin-in from the Columbus
Drive Bridge. Where is she?
Doctor 3: [sighs] [papers flipping] Madeline Pokress. Vitals are
stable. Released by the end of the week.
Matt Casey: Thanks.
Doctor 2: Yeah.
Chief Boden: Anything change?
Otis Zvonecek: He’s still in surgery. Called his family, they’re on
their way from Wheaton.
Matt Casey: Come get me if there’s an update.
[phone rings]
[beep]
Hallie Thomas: What are you doing?
Matt Casey: Just…wanted to hear your voice.
Hallie Thomas: How was your shift?
Matt Casey: It was fine. Typical.
Hallie Thomas: What is it, Matt?
Matt Casey: [sighs] Do you think maybe you could find a reason to
come over tonight?
[Bruce Springsteen - Blood Brothers]
- end -
Definitions:
GD = Gangsta Disciple
RIT = Rapid Intervention Team – team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress.
Beck’s triad = collection of three medical signs, associated with acute cardiac tamponade, a medical emergency when excessive fluid accumulates in the pericardial sac around the heart and impairs its ability to pump blood. The signs are low arterial blood pressure, distended neck veins, and distant, muffled heart sounds.
PEA = Pulseless Electrical Activity – cardiac arrest in which the electrocardiogram shows a heart rhythm that should produce a pulse but does not.
Mediastinal hermorrhage = Blunt chest trauma. It is caused by aortic injury, by mediastinal vascular injury such as aortic injury, and by fractures of the sternum and vertebral column.
Pericardiocentesis = Procedure done to remove fluid that has built up in the sac around the heart.
PVCs = Premature Ventricular Contractions are extra heartbeats that begin in one of your heart’s two lower pumping chambers. These extra beats disrupt your regular heart rhythm, sometimes causing you to feel a fluttering or a skipped beat in your chest.
Tension pneumothorax = Accumulation of air in the pleural space in the chest under pressure, compressing the lungs and decreasing venous return to the heart. It is treated by needle decompression.
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Chapter Nineteen
Realize That It’s Gone | Series Masterlist
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2255
Author’s Note: This chapter takes place immediately after the last one! Just wanted to make sure that was clear. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter! :) (picture credit)
“Tyler,” you gasped, finally breaking away from the kiss.
“What?” His face was still only a few inches away from yours, one hand still resting against your cheek. “Is that not what you wanted?”
“No, no,” you laughed quietly. “That’s exactly what I wanted, I just can’t believe that it actually happened.”
Tyler’s shoulders dropped and he immediately relaxed, leaning forward a little so that you could press your foreheads together. You looked into his eyes and smiled, admiring their dark brown color. It wasn’t every day that you got to admire him this close up.
Or, maybe, now it was.
“I’m so sorry I let my head get the best of me, Y/N, I promise-”
“Ty, Ty, hey,” you said, reaching up to put your hands on either side of his face. “It’s ok. It doesn’t matter. All of that is behind us now, ok?”
He nodded slowly, immediately relaxing in your hands, “Ok.”
You leaned forward and gently kissed him. It was only going to be a peck, but Tyler hooked a finger under your chin and pulled you in again.
“I love you,” Tyler whispered. The space between your lips was almost nonexistent.
“I love you too.”
You leaned over and pressed your forehead into Tyler’s shoulder, wanting to hide the dorky smile on your face. After the stressful week you had, you could hardly believe that you were sitting here, listening to the boy you had been in love with for years saying the same words right back to you.
“What are you doing?” Tyler laughed as he wrapped his arms around you.
“I just can’t believe this is all happening,” you mumbled into his shoulder, then leaned back to look at him. “This isn’t a dream, right?”
“Not a dream.”
You brought a hand out of your tangle of limbs and blankets and jokingly poked at Tyler’s cheek, making his face scrunch up in laughter. He managed to untangle his own arm from the blankets and grab your wrist, holding it gently between his fingers.
“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.”
You cast your eyes down towards your lap, still too embarrassed to meet his eyes. It seemed that no amount of dreaming of this moment was enough to prepare you for it actually happening.
“Thanks, Ty.”
He slowly brought your hand to his lips, moving his own so that he was now gently holding your fingers rather than your wrist, and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled and finally got yourself to meet Tyler’s eyes, immediately feeling your face get hot under his gaze. Your head was still reeling from seeing this soft, romantic side of Tyler that you had only been able to catch glimpses of before.
“You know, I never thought of you as the romantic type,” you said, lightly tracing your thumb along his fingers.
“Neither did I.”
Tyler’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, but he shook his head and opened them again. You reached out and brushed some of his hair back, making his mouth curl up into a partial smile.
“I love you,” he repeated. “I’m going to keep telling you until you’re tired of hearing it.”
“The joke is on you,” you smiled. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing it. And I love you too.”
Tyler buried his face in his free hand, but you could still just barely make out the bright red color of his ears in the moonlight. You carefully pulled his hand away from his face, revealing the dorky grin that was plastered on it.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it, either.”
“Hey, Ty, can I ask a dumb question?”
“Sure.”
“Are we like, um, together now? Officially?”
“No.”
“No?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Neither one of us has officially asked the other one out yet,” he smiled.
“So what you’re saying is that I just made out with my best friend for awhile?”
“Do you not normally do that?”
“No!” you giggled.
“Oh, Josh and I need to stop making out then,” he said, putting on his best serious expression.
“Tyler! This is supposed to be serious,” you said in between laughs.
“Ok, ok,” he smiled, taking a deep breath. “Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“My best friend?”
“Yes?”
“The love of my life?”
“Tyler.”
“The best thing that has ever happened to me?”
“Tyler.”
“Ok!” he laughed, reaching out to grab both of your hands. “Will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”
“Of course.”
The words were barely out of your mouth before Tyler’s hands were on you, pulling you towards him in another kiss.
The two of you eventually decided you wanted to do some actual stargazing and made yourself comfortable on the trunk of Tyler’s car. He kept an arm wrapped snugly around your waist as you leaned into him, using his shoulder as a makeshift pillow. It wasn’t the ideal position for stargazing, but you were making it work.
“Wait,” Tyler said softly.
“Hmm?”
“We’re dating now.”
You laughed quietly, “Yes?”
“That means that I get to take you on a date. Like, a real date. And I can pick you up from your house and throw rocks at your window and take you to dinner,” he rambled.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that.”
“And we get to spend our lives together. You can come on tour with me once you’re out of school and hang out backstage. And when we’re older we can get a house together out near the woods. And we’ll have a family! Oh man, we’ll get to have a family.”
“Ty, I love you, but you’re getting a little ahead of yourself,” you said, taking his free hand in your own.
“Do you not want to do those things?”
“No, of course I do. I’m just saying that this is all brand new… for both of us. Let’s just focus on the present for now.”
Tyler sighed, “I’m ok with that.”
You turned and kissed Tyler’s cheek. Although you had told him to focus on the present, you couldn’t ignore the fact that in the back of your mind, you were thinking about all the same things that Tyler was rambling about. The thought of waking up next to Tyler every morning when you were older was enough to make your heart flutter.
“What time is it?” you mumbled.
Between Tyler’s arm wrapped protectively around you and the warmth from all the blankets, your eyelids were starting to grow heavy as you looked up at all the stars. Tyler shifted under you as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“It’s almost one in the morning.”
“What?” you whisper-yelled. “Where did the time go?”
“Well, you called me at ten, then we had to drive out here, then we talked for awhile, then we kissed, and now we’ve been looking at the stars for at least an hour, if not more.”
“Oh yeah, I guess we did do all that.”
Tyler laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You wanted to stay here forever, snuggled up with him looking out over Columbus without a care in the world. Based on the way that Tyler had made no effort to move from where he was sitting, you thought the same thing might be on his mind, too.
“What if we spend five more minutes sitting? Then I can take you home.”
“Deal.”
You and Tyler spent that five minutes quietly. He traced small circles onto your shoulder and you listened to his heartbeat. Your eyes were starting to grow heavy and, for just a moment, you thought you might fall asleep before the five minutes were up.
“Y/N,” Tyler whispered, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
“Hmm?”
“It’s been five minutes.”
“Already?”
“Yeah.”
You sighed and sat up straight, stretching your arms out behind you to release some of the tightness in your muscles. Tyler hopped down from the back of his car, still wearing the blanket around his shoulders, and held his hands out toward you. With his help, you managed to get onto the ground without stumbling straight into a bush.
Tyler’s hand was holding yours the instant that the car was turned on. With your free hand, you got the music playing before kicking your feet up on the dash and looking out the window. Tyler had already taken the liberty of rolling the windows down.
“Ty?”
“Yeah?”
“On the night that we hung out before you left - you know, the night when you put your arm around me - did… did you almost tell me how you felt?”
Tyler’s hand squeezed yours for a moment before relaxing again. “Um, yeah. I did.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know, I just thought it would be weird to tell you how I felt right before I left for three months. Plus, I was still dealing with all the other crap so I eventually bailed on the idea.”
“But it all worked out in the end.”
“Yeah, it all worked out,” he smiled.
Trees rushed past the open window, blurring into dark blobs in the moonlight. You watched them pass, thinking about the countless times you had been on this exact same drive, wishing that Tyler would reach over and hold your hand. Now he was, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten so lucky.
Tyler eventually started to talk again, so you tuned your attention back into him. The two of you spent the rest of the drive talking about random topics: when you would tell your families about the relationship, all the times Tyler almost confessed but didn’t, ideas for future dates, and all the other things you had always wanted to ask one another, but never had the guts to.
The porch light was on when you pulled up in front of your house, most likely your dad’s doing. You were always too forgetful to remember to turn it on yourself. Tyler stopped the car once he pulled up against the curb, which you hadn’t been expecting.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“I’m getting out of the car so that I can give you a proper goodnight kiss. Or, maybe it’s a good morning kiss, depending on how you look at it,” he grinned.
You got out of the car and waited for Tyler to join you on the sidewalk. He rested his hands on your hips and held you close for a moment, just looking into your eyes and smiling like an idiot.
“You’re lovely, did you know that?” he asked.
“Yeah, someone may have written a song about it.”
Tyler laughed and pulled you towards him, finally planting his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. He started to smile against your lips, making you do the same until you eventually had to pull away.
“One of these days we’ll learn how to kiss without smiling,” you said.
“Yeah, one of these days,” Tyler echoed you before pecking you again.
“Ok, as much as I want to stay here with you, I need to get inside and you need to get home.”
Tyler groaned. “I’m still upset with management for making us move into a place that’s twenty minutes away.”
“Hey, before long you and I will be living in the same apartment.”
“I thought we weren’t getting ahead of ourselves?”
You smiled, “Sometimes it’s fun to fantasize.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Drive safe and let me know when you’re home.”
“I will.”
Tyler gave you one final kiss before getting into his car. You waited until he had driven around the corner before walking inside and locking the door behind you. Georgie was in the hallway when you turned around, carefully watching the door.
“I’m impressed that you didn’t try to make an escape, mister,” you said, scooping him into your arms.
Georgie simply rolled over, trying to find a way to escape the arm prison that he had been trapped in. You carried him into your room and dropped him onto the sweatshirt that you now kept for him in the corner. After the incident with Tyler’s sweatshirt, you had learned it was one of the few ways to get him to sleep through the night.
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you went through your entire nightly routine, reliving every kiss that you had shared with Tyler. The whole situation felt like a dream that you would wake up from at any moment, even though you knew that it wasn’t. Tyler really loved you. There would be no more mixed signals or lies to worry about, you just got to love him and be loved in return.
Georgie was already half asleep in the corner by the time that you crawled into bed. Even though your eyelids were heavy and it was hard to stay awake, you were determined to wait until you received a text from Tyler before you fell asleep. If your situations were reversed, you knew it was what he would do for you.
The text came a few minutes after you got in bed, just as you were about to succumb to your exhaustion. Your phone vibrating jolted you back away and you clumsily felt around your bed until you found it.
Tyler: Made it home. Goodnight, lovely :)
Y/N: Glad you made it safe! Goodnight, Ty :)
You barely managed to plug your phone into the charger before you were asleep.
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TØP Weekly Update #67: I Don’t Want the World to See Me (10/19/18)
I say “they’re back, they’re really back” every week, but I only say it because it’s true. Our band kicked off the first tour of the Trench Era with gusto this week, and that’s only just scratching the surface.
This Week’s TØPics:
The Bandito Tour Begins
Additional Tour Dates Announced
Jim Dun
More Interviews with the Band
And MORE!
Major News and Announcements:
Again, there’s not an awful lot of “news”, mostly just developments happening in real time. That said, there is one notable piece of intel, as the band added another three dates to the second North American leg of their tour: namely, a second show in Toronto, a concert in Newark to further serve that densely-populated metropolitan area, and a show in San Antonio to show Texas some love. You can register for those tickets now, so get to it!
The Shows:
The Bandito Tour kicked off in Nashville last Tuesday, and it was incredible. Of course, not everyone was totally pleased with it: Some people thought there were too few songs from Trench, while others were heartbroken that too many old favorites were knocked off. For that first point: nine out of fourteen of the new songs made their way onto the setlist, one more than the eight songs from Blurryface that landed on the first headlining show in Australia that era. Granted, those shows were significantly shorter than the current arena shows, but those songs also had much less competition for space. Point is, there’s still plenty of time for “Chlorine” to make it on the setlist, clikkies.
As for the second point... listen, I’m gutted for everyone who didn’t get a chance to sing “Migraine” or “Guns for Hands” this week. But if they could play “Taxi Cab” after five years of acting like it didn’t exist, they can- and will- play those songs again. I promise.
The setlist was comprised of:
Jumpsuit
Levitate
Fairly Local- The first full performance of the song since 2015, complete with a reveal of a scissor lift under Josh’s drum kit and a “Hometown”-disappearing act.
Stressed Out- Introduced by a cute video of a flying red beanie to give Tyler a chance to run back to the stage, culminating in it descending from the sky for Tyler to wear.
Heathens
We Don’t Believe What’s On TV- Complete with Nigel introducing Josh with a romantic poem and Tyler’s now-customary first speech to the crowd.
The Judge
Lane Boy- Josh’s flying drum platform gets an extra light display at the end.
Nico and the Niners- A runway out to the b-stage descends from the heavens and hangs over the crowd; Tyler performs the rap there and finishes at b.
Taxi Cab- Tyler Joseph asks the thousands of people in the audience to sit and listen to this nice piano song his dad likes, causing us to drown in our tears.
Neon Gravestones- A transparent curtain imposes giant ghostly images of the band over the b-stage, while a gorgeous moving light display hangs overhead.
Bandito- The debut of this song was accompanied by another incredible light show and displays of soaring vultures. Notably, the first verse was cut, seemingly just to keep up the pace.
Pet Cheetah- Tyler and Josh head back across the runway to finish the sick beats, the pit drops like nobody’s business.
Iris- The band brings out the openers to play this Goo Goo Dolls classic, infusing it with incredible emotion and a killer uke arrangement. So far, Tyler’s been introducing it as the soundtrack for Josh’s childhood “firsts” (first kiss, first Fun Dip, etc).
Hey Jude- The bands perform one of the greatest songs of all time.
Holding On To You- Now with more pretty stars
Ride- Now without a drum island
My Blood- Now with SKELETON HOODIES and holding on to the crowd harmony conducting from The Complete Diversion.
Morph- Tyler does his best rap thing while Josh busts out his most technical drum island yet.
Car Radio
Leave the City- Replacing “Goner” for the encore, Tyler leans in hard for audience participation.
Trees- Now with imagery reflecting Josh’s tree tattoo. The keyboard is also placed above the car, which rises dramatically from the ground in the middle of the song because Tyler’s just extra like that.
Tyler’s Trees Speech in Nashville was a full one. After acknowledging earlier in the show that he and Josh were really nervous about getting this one right, Tyler thanked the opening crowd for giving him the experience of hearing “Leave the City” sung back at him for the first time, lampshaded how ridiculous the production value of the shows has gotten, gave Nashville-native lighting director Shap some grief, and joked about how he only messed up the second verse from “Morph”, so there’s some room for improvement.
Interviews and Other Shenanigans:
The biggest interview from this week was the band’s feature with The New York Times, which did not go too awfully in-depth in terms of revealing information that we didn’t already know but was still one of the more well-written pieces on the band I’ve seen in some time. The article takes their art and artistry seriously, covering their oft-repeated backstory with reverence fitting a band that has proved themselves time and again to be worth that consideration. The descriptions of Tyler and Josh read as totally on-point to their personalities, and there’s a cool revelation that Tyler’s kept an encouraging voicemail from Chris Martin on his phone since 2016. The highlight for me, though, is the absolutely crushing ending where Tyler responds to a question of his mental health by answering “I’m OK today.” It’s a mature and sobering outlook on his future struggles with his mental health; I hope he stays OK for many years to come.
Oh, and Jim Dun’s Instagram page is now public, so you should definitely go splurge through a year’s worth of cute dog photos featuring Josh, cameos from Brendon Urie, and snarky comments from Mark, Brad, Debby, Jenna, Jordan, Abigail, and friends. Josh even gave a little interview with Global K9 Protection Services talking about his relationship with his pup. Jim will be joining the gang on tour, so we’re sure to get plenty more adorable puppy action in the weeks to come.
Chart Performance:
Well, it looks like my suspicions last week were correct: Trench fell just shy of securing a #1 spot in the States, losing out to A Star Is Born’s soundtrack. But that’s no reason to be gloomy- last week was still the band’s biggest sales week ever, selling 135,000 albums and earning an additional 40,000 equivalent units in streams and other avenues of listening. And hey, they were the #1 album in Australia! That’s pretty cool.
As far as individual songs go, things continue to look pretty rosy. The album release boosted “Jumpsuit” and “Nico and the Niners” back to the Hot 100 at #79 and #95, respectively, while “My Blood” was able to debut at #81 off of the music video. Below the Hot 100, “Morph” and “Chlorine” managed to sneak onto the Bubbling Under chart at #6 and #12 respectively.
The songs impressed more individually down on the Rock Charts. Every single track from the album made it onto the Hot Rock Songs chart, which combines every source of music consumption with a similar formula as the Hot 100. Most of this can be attributed to streaming- nine songs from Trench made their way onto the Rock Streaming chart versus only two new arrivals to Rock Sales. “My Blood” is also continuing to gain radio momentum; we’ll see if that’s enough to keep it around next week.
Upcoming Performances:
With the Bandito Tour fully underway, let’s look to the week ahead to see what communities the band will be sharing their music with and try to determine if we might expect any surprises.
Show 3: Enterprise Center, St Louis, Missouri (10/19)
Capacity: 22,000
Tonight, the band returns to St. Louis, a city they’ve visited many times in the past. They played this venue at their last show here in 2016, albeit when it was under the “Scottrade Center” name.
Show 4: Fiserv Forum, Milwaukee, Wisconsin (10/20)
Capacity: 17,500
Twenty One Pilots have never played this venue before, because it didn’t exist the last time they toured; heck, it didn’t even exist when they announced this one! The brand-new Fiserv Forum, built as the new home for the Milwaukee Bucks basketball team, opened just last month with a concert from The Killers and has already hosted a number of other artists. It should make for an incredible show, even more so because it will be the band’s first ever arena show in the city.
Show 5: XCel Energy Center, St. Paul, Minnesota (10/21)
Capacity: 13,000
The band also played this venue in their last visit back in 2016. Not much else to say, so... moving on!
Show 6: Quicken Loans Arena, Cleveland, Ohio (10/23)
Capacity: 20,000
Tuesday’s show in Cleveland will be the closest thing to a hometown show the band will play until their two announced concerts in Columbus next June, nearly nine months from now. As a result, expect to see plenty of family members in attendance (and maybe an on-stage cameo from Zach to perform his verse from “Kitchen Sink”). It’ll definitely be a real special night.
Show 7: Little Caesar’s Arena, Detroit, Michigan (10/24)
Capacity: 22,000
Wrapping things up, Twenty One Pilots will be playing their first show in Detroit proper since 2015, and their first ever arena show in the general region. This is another relatively new facility that only opened in September of last year, the harshest season of the hiatus. Hopefully those Ohio boys put on a good show for my Michigan kin.
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It was another incredible week. I can’t wait to see how these shows continue to grow and evolve in the weeks and months to come. Let me know when you all get the chance to see them. Until then, power to the local dreamer.
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En bicicleta por Sevilla
Als Hauptstadt Andalusiens mit ca. 700.000 Einwohnern bietet diese Stadt nicht nur urbanen, sommerlichen Flair sondern auch zahlreiche Sehenswürdigkeiten, welche besucht werden möchten. Um einen noch besseren Überblick zu erhalten, entschieden wir uns für eine Stadtführung mit Rad. Wir waren nur zu sechst plus Carlos - unserem Guide, unterwegs. Während der Tour präsentierte er einen wirklich großen Wissensfundus. Carlos und die Kollegen begrüßten uns sehr herzlich. Die anderen Teilnehmer, u.a. ein junges amerikanisches Pärchen aus Illinois, waren sympathisch. Auffällig war mal wieder, wie schnell Komplimente unter Fremden verteilt werden. Das versuche ich mir nun auch häufiger vorzunehmen. Neben zahlreichen Fakten erhielten wir auch noch einige Tipps für die Stadt. So z.B. wo man ohne Schlangestehen an die Karten für die (weltgrößte gotische) Kathedrale inkl. Turmbesteigung kommt oder dass am spanischen Platz täglich für je 2h (11 Uhr und 17 Uhr) eine professionelle Flamencogruppe auftritt. Nach der Runde mit Überlänge blieben wir gleich am Abgabeort, welcher praktischer Weise direkt im Mercado del Arenal war. Dort fand sich auch gleich der vegane Imbiss Veganitessen. Das Lunch war wunderbar und wir kauften gleich noch frisches Gemüse für abends ein. Am Nachmittag ging es dann in die Kathedrale und auf dem dessen 32 Meter hohen Turm „Giralda“, wo der Blick in alle Himmelsrichtungen bemerkenswert ist. Auffällig war, dass jedoch kaum ein Dach Solaranlagen installiert hatte - und das in so einer sonnenreichen Region. An sich ist der Bau der Kathedrale sehr beeindruckend, wobei die architektonische Grundlage mal wieder eine Moschee mit Minarett war. Interessanterweise gibt es auf den Kirchturm hinauf keinerlei Stufen. Es ist als Rampe gestaltet, da der Muezzin fünfmal am Tag mit einem Esel oder Pferd nach oben zum Ausrufen der Gebetszeit ritt. In der Kathedrale befindet sich auch das Grab von Christoph Columbus, welches recht imposant innerhalb der Kirche in Szene gesetzt wurde.
Ein weiterer Höhepunkt war der Besuch des Aquariums, welches sich etwas südlich vom spanischen Platz befindet. Neben einem riesigen Schaubecken mit 9 Metern Tiefe, mit u.a. 2 Meeresschildkröten und 2 riesigen Sandtigerhaien, gab es auch zahlreiche kleine Becken, wo u.a. auch verschiedenste Quallen umherschwammen. Dies war sehr beeindruckend. Merkwürdigerweise waren wir gefühlt fast die einzigen Gäste am Nachmittag, mag es wohl an der Zeit gelegen haben oder an der nicht vorhandenen Werbung. Lobend zu erwähnen ist, dass die die Becken und auch die Räumlichkeiten sehr gut gepflegt waren. Es gab sogar fast immer Informationstafeln auf Englisch und die Tiere wirkten vital.
Am Abend ging es dann noch einmal aufs Fahrrad und wir fuhren über das ehemalige Expo-Gelände von 1992 und über die Brücke Puente del Alamillo, wo der Fahrradweg spektakulär getrennt neben den Autofahrbahnen verläuft. Neben allerhand Joggern um 21:30 Uhr fielen uns am Flussufer auch die Graffitis an der eventuellen Wall-of-Fame auf.
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Clubhouse Is Making Their Way Through Life, Curveballs and All [Q&A]
Photo: Dillon Matthew
Feel-good indie-pop outfit Clubhouse continue to entrance listeners with their happy-go-lucky arrangements and introspective lyrics with their latest single, “No Way.” Following the success of their previous release, “Flipside,” the track, which frontman Max Reichert expressed was about a toxic relationship, is yet another example of the band's ability to sonically and visually create emotional and provocative storytelling that makes listeners want to dance.
The band is comprised of five best friends forged from a middle school garage band in Columbus, Ohio, made up of Max Reichert, twin brothers Ari and Zak Blumer, and Michael Berthold and Forrest Taylor, who they met in college. The five-piece have gone through the ups and downs of life together, especially while their frontman dealt with cancer. Now, with an EP and a national tour on the way, the band is eager to tell their story with the hope that they'll be able to help someone else who is dealing with a similar bump in the road.
We had the chance to talk with the band about "No Way," their upcoming tour, and the curveballs of life.
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Ones to Watch: Can you walk me through the creative process behind "No Way?”
Max: We wrote it with this producer named Cooper, and this songwriter/pop star named Claire, who goes by spill tab. We wrote it with them at their house. It was our first session writing with them, our first time meeting them, and we wrote pretty much the whole song with them in a few hours. So it just came together really, really quickly. In terms of juxtaposing the lyrical content, which talks about a toxic relationship and how two people just don't fit for each other, I think we just love juxtaposing more profound lyrics or lyrics that are not necessarily crazy deep but aren't about having a good time with dancy beats. I think it kind of goes along with our mantra for what this EP is about.
Zak: Which is about not taking ourselves too seriously.
Max: Yeah, like rolling with the punches and going through hard things in life but not getting too bogged down on matters and still being able to have fun even when you're going through hard things. I think that's kind of a common theme throughout the EP. We talk about heavy things but try not to put too much weight on them.
How has your songwriting process evolved?
Max: I think it's certainly changed. I went through cancer a few years ago in 2018. I had bone cancer in my left leg, which was honestly a turning point for us as a band. We took a step back when I was going through all that, and we refined our craft from a songwriting standpoint and just our general outlook. We've always taken music really seriously, but when we went into writing, I think we took the pressure off ourselves. I think we used to be like, “okay, this next song has to sound like this and has to sound like our favorite band, and we have to be like the next biggest band ever.” I think for years, we did that, and it would confine us in this box. As soon as we just went to the session and were like, “Hey, let's just enjoy each other's company and let's just have fun together and be friends and write music that feels good to us and not think anything more about it,” I think that was when we had this significant turning point. The songs started sounding better, and the storytelling got better because it was just more honest. We weren't trying to emulate. We were just writing from our gut.
What are some of your inspirations on a larger scale outside of music?
Zak: I think one we can sort of all agree on is, we all sort of shared partially in Max's struggle while he went through this crazy shit. People our age, or at least us, and we think our friends as well, have been going through a quarter-life crisis. So you start to ask yourself, “Am I achieving my goals? What are my goals? Am I getting there fast enough?” So skipping ahead to the title of our EP, these are questions we have and still always ask ourselves. But through partially having gone through what Max went through and being there alongside him, I feel we can now see the question as what it is and accept that we may not always know the answer, but we can try to remind ourselves to enjoy every day. I think many people relate to that over the past couple of years, and I think the meaning of life has shifted for a lot of people and we just kind of wanted to share our two cents.
The music video for this single is overall lowkey and seemed super fun to shoot. How did you come up with this concept and execute it? Did y'all originally have other ideas?
Zak: We had tossed around a couple of other ideas. Some were more narrative-driven and focused more on the actual lyrical content. We could have taken it more of an expected route, like maybe following an argument between two people and becoming more intense that way. But we were thinking about this sort of single frame, elevator-style, elevator shot video kind of thing where the frame doesn't really change much, but everything inside of it's changing all the time. So we were pulling references from the opening credit scene of That ‘70s Show where they're all singing in the car and the Wayne's World scene where they're singing “Bohemian Rhapsody,” and the guy in the middle is hammered drunk. Once we kind of were thinking along those lines, it came together really fast. I think we shot everything for this video in like one afternoon evening.
That's super-efficient.
Zak: I mean the team that we had, our manager Cole together with Justin [Kaminuma], the director, and Carlos [Ramos], the DP. Those guys killed it. Kind of like creating the song; once we got that idea, there wasn't much like back and forth. It was kind of like, “Okay, what if we just kind of have a good time with this track?” The track is fun and energetic, so we thought to just give them that in the video. So we just goofed off and had a good time and jammed, and I think it turned out pretty well.
Max: Yeah, and it kind of matches with the lyrical content because, as I said before, the song is really about a toxic, chaotic relationship, and I think in chaotic relationships, there's good and bad. There's craziness, and there are good times, so I think we kind of wanted to lay that out and in front of the video where there are shots where we're all just like sitting around, and there are shots of us going crazy in the car having fun. So I think we wanted to match those moods together with the visuals.
Michael: From start to finish, everything happened so easily and quickly. After the first writing session, I remember we played the track in the car, and we were bumping it, and it was pretty much like the video. We were all just like damn.
Max: I think we actually drove that car to the session too. I remember after the session, all five of us drove back in that car, and we were all like bumping the demo. It was hard. It's my dad's car. He got it back in 2008, but he had it in Ohio forever. The thing is, in Ohio, with how the seasons are, you can't really drive that car that much because it just won't run in the winter. So when I moved out here, it had just been sitting in his garage forever, so eventually, he said I should take it out there.
Michael: I just want one thing to be known about the whole video. All of that hype and headbanging and everything is the most authentic thing in the world because we were doing it for so long. At one point, we had been just head bopping for like two hours straight we had to sit back.
Forrest: Yeah, it was as much fun to do it as it looks. We were having a blast.
What makes for an excellent creative collaborator when it comes to crossing over mediums?
Zak: One of the biggest things I noticed was that there was a moment when the plans we originally made weren't working out. So a lot of us were just not really seeing them and just trying to keep pushing forward and try to make it work. So one night, basically, Cole, our manager, Justin, and Carlos, the three of them had a meeting, and they were like, “Look, we got to make a hard pivot, and we need you guys to trust us right now.” So we were just like, alright, you know you guys are the bosses here. We trust you. Let's make this work, and it ended up turning out beautifully, so I think one of the one things that we really, or I really admired from this team, was how quickly they were just able to just shift.
Yeah, you for sure got to have that trust there.
Zak: I'll add one thing to that, which is that both Justin and Carlos are really young guys in the scene, and part of that is—we also view ourselves as up-and-coming, young people in the scene, and we kind of want to bring in people that sort of are not necessarily—I mean obviously sometimes when you work with like more established people, it comes with an ego, but it's not so much that we wanted to avoid that as much as it was to bring in the eagerness and the excitement. I mean, they were so stoked as soon as they landed to just get working on things and to start brainstorming ideas and that kind of energy we just feed off of. So for “No Way,” it was literally all of us just feeding off of each other's energy. I remember in the scene where we were in the car, parked, Carlos and Justin were outside filming and just jumping up and down with us. So, yeah, they were as excited as we were. It was fun.
So now walk me through the day you found out that you were going on tour with The Wombats? How are you feeling about the upcoming tour?
Max: It felt very surreal. We've been fans of them for so long. I grew up listening to them and still listen to them. I guess it was just this crazy full-circle moment of, I don't know, I think I might have teared up. Growing up and being such a massive fan of them and wanting to do music, not really knowing how to play an instrument in high school, learning how to play an instrument in high school, going through college, into the cancer thing, and then to come out on the other side of it and to get to tour with a band that I'm a genuine giant fan of. I mean, it's just like a real-life childhood dream coming true. So it's like, it's... I don't know. I can't really describe it other than that. Our dream realization moment, and we're so excited.
Zak: Yeah, we're grateful to them for giving us the opportunity, and we're gonna work our asses off to make it the best shows we've ever played.
Be sure to catch Clubhouse on tour with The Wombats, starting January 2022.
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Nächster Halt next stop – Barcelona!
Flug
Am 14.07.2018 um 5:45 Uhr war Boardingtime für unseren Eurowings Flug nach Barcelona. Ich bin zuvor noch nie mit Eurowings geflogen, aber von anderen hab ich gehört, dass es recht kalt sein soll in den Flugzeugen. Dem kann ich jetzt zustimmen und sowohl beim Hin- als auch beim Rückflug war ich sehr froh, dass ich eine Weste dabeihatte. Wir sind am 19.07.2018 um im Endeffekt 21:15 Uhr zurückgeflogen. Wir hatten den SMART Tarif und somit einen Snack und ein Getränk dabei.
Das Check In in Wien war ziemlich chaotisch, da man sich nicht wirklich auskannte, wo man hin muss und besonders gut angeschrieben war es auch nicht. Im Endeffekt hat aber alles gut funktioniert und es gab keine Komplikationen.
Hotel und Unterkunft
Geschlafen und gefrühstückt haben wir in der Travelodge Barcelona. Das Zimmer hatte die perfekte Größe für zwei Personen und das Frühstücksbuffet war sehr gut und es gab sehr viel Auswahl. Wir hatten nur Frühstück dabei, da uns gesagt wurde, dass man bei der Hitze in Barcelona zu Mittag eh nur ne Kleinigkeit isst und am Abend sind wir immer gut essen gegangen. Die Lage vom Hotel war auch super, denn wir sind nur 10 Minuten zum Strand und ca. 5 Minuten zur nächsten U-Bahn-Station gegangen.
Essen und Trinken
Spanisches Essen ist einfach super. Wir haben ganz klassisch Churros, Paella und Tapas gegessen und bei den ganzen kleine Lokalen in den Seitengassen ist es echt schwer, sich zu entscheiden, wo man Essen gehen soll. Die Preise sind ziemlich ähnlich wie in Österreich. Was in Spanien ziemlich teuer ist, ist Eis. Eine Kugel unter 2€ zu bekommen ist so gut wie unmöglich.
Einige Lokale und Bars, in denen wir waren:
Restaurant Colom
Vai Moana Beachbar
Zzumo Juice Bar
Barnabier
Starbucks
McDonalds
Burger King
Sightseeing
Eigentlich hatten wir keinen Plan. Wie immer. Natürlich hatten wir ne Liste mit Sachen, die wir gerne machen oder sehen wollen. Aber nen Plan gabs eigentlich nicht. Trotzdem haben wir viel gesehen:
Kathedrale von Barcelona
Casa Batlló
Placa de Catalunya
Camp Nou
Sagrada Familia (zwar nicht von innen aber von allen Seiten gesehen)
Hop On – Hop Off Bus Tour
Aquarium
Hafen
Columbus Statue
La Rambla
Triumphbogen
Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau
Parc de la Ciutadella und Monument Cascada
Hard Rock Café
Tipps und Tricks
Kleiiiiiiiiine Taschen mitnehmen, wenn man in der Stadt unterwegs ist. Ganz wichtig. Barcelona ist für seine Taschendiebe bekannt und vor allem beim Metrofahren muss man verdammt gut auf seine Sachen aufpassen.
Es kann manchmal ziemlich hilfreich sein, wenn man ein paar Worte Spanisch kann. So Basics wie “bitte”, “danke”, “ja” und “nein” sind total praktisch und machen auch immer sofort einen guten Eindruck.
Koffer
Wir sind jeweils mit einem großen Koffer und einem Rucksack bzw. einer Tasche geflogen. Da wir am 19. erst in der Nacht zurückgeflogen sind, mussten wir eine Lösung für unsere Koffer finden. Guter Tipp – am Placa de Catalunya gibt es in der Seitengasse beim Media Markt eine Möglichkeit, seinen Koffer für maximal 24h einzusperren. Die Spinde sind groß und große Koffer passen perfekt hinein. Und 12€ sind nicht mal so schlimm, denn man muss sich keine Gedanken um seinen Koffer machen.
Bus – Bahn – Zug – Eintritt
Für die Öffis ist die Barcelona Card total empfehlenswert und abgesehen davon, dass man mit allen öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln und dem Flughafen-Zug fahren kann, bekommt man auch noch bei einigen Museen und anderen Attraktionen Rabatte. (Genaue Infos findest du hier.) Beispielsweise bei Barcelona Bus Touristic. Das ist ein Busunternehmen, dass drei Busrouten quer durch Barcelona führt. Man kann sich entweder ein Ticket für ein oder für zwei Tage kaufen und das tolle daran ist, dass es die Möglichkeit gibt, dass man egal bei welcher Station ein- und aussteigen kann. Und Hop-On – Hop-Off ist einfach die perfekte Möglichkeit, eine Stadt so richtig gut kennenzulernen.
Resümee
Abschließend kann ich sagen, dass Barcelona eine wunderschöne Stadt ist, die ich jedem nur empfehlen kann! Die vielen Seitengassen, der schöne Strand und das gut Essen – einfach perfekt für einen Mädlstrip und aber auch für Sommerurlaub. Der Strand ist wunderschön und auf das Wetter ist zu der Jahreszeit sowieso Verlass.
14.07.2018, Tag 1
Um ca 3:30 Uhr hat der Wecker geläutet und um 4:15 Uhr ging es los zum Flughafen. Dort angekommen hat auch schon das Chaos begonnen, denn beim Check In wusste niemand so genau, wo wir hinmüssen. Eigentlich hatten wir schon online eingecheckt, aber da wir unser Gepäck noch aufgeben mussten und man dafür ja dieses Band braucht, mussten wir uns in die Schlange fürs normale Check In stellen.
Da das alles ziemlich viel Zeit beansprucht hat, fiel unser Mci Frühstück flach und wir sind sofort weiter zur Sicherheitskontrolle.
Um 5:45 Uhr war dann endlich Boarding und wir sind als einer der ersten ins Flugzeug gekommen. Ziemlich witzig – mit uns ist das slowakische Nationalteam in Wasserpolo mitgeflogen, weil zurzeit in Barcelona irgendwelche Bewerbe sind.
Nach knapp 2:30 Stunden war es endlich soweit und wir sind in Barcelona gelandet. Der kleine aber feine Flughafen ist total verwinkelt und Toiletten sucht man Mal eeeeeewig. Wenn man sie aber dann gefunden hat, ist man sogleich auch bei den Gepäckbändern gelandet.
Mit unseren Koffern im Schlepptau und dem Wissen, dass wir unseren Öffi-Pass brauchen, sind wir los zur nächsten Touristeninformation. Dort haben wir dann unsere Karten und nen Stadt- und U-Bahn-Plan bekommen. Die Metro in Barcelona ist extreeeeem verwirrend und die Gänge zu den Gleisen sind eeeeeewig lang. Ziemlich verwirrend am Anfang, weil man ständig Angst hat, dass man sich verlaufen hat. Doch sobald man in der richtigen U-Bahn sitzt, kann nichts mehr schief gehen. Bei unserer Station angekommen, haben wir unser Hotel auch relativ rasch gefunden. Google Maps sei Dank! 😂
Nachdem es beim Check In im Hotel ein paar Probleme gab, lag unser Aggressionslevel bei ca 12 von 10. Zum Glück hat sich das alles aber schnell gelöst und wir konnten aufs Zimmer. Dort die nächste Erkenntnis – wir haben keinen Kasten, keinen Safe und nur eine Bettdecke. Egal. Klären wir später. Koffer abgestellt, was anderes angezogen und los gings. Los, Richtung Strand. An einer Kreuzung hat uns ein alter Mann dann “la playa?” zugerufen und uns den Weg gedeutet. Nach gut 20 Minuten haben wir dann die ersten Palmen und das Meer gesehen. Dann war alles gut. Wir haben unsere Zehen ins Wasser gehalten und Urlaubsstimmung kam auf und damit auch der Hunger. Die Strandbars hatten entweder zu oder nur Speisekarten auf Spanisch, die wir nicht verstanden haben. “DA VORNE IST EIN M!!” hat uns dann das Leben gerettet und unser erstes Essen in Barcelona war vom Mci. Zum Glück haben die hier Automaten, sonst wären wir verhungert.
Zurück im Hotel haben wir dann erst Mal knapp 2 Stunden geschlafen, weil wir vom Flug und der Sonne so erledigt waren. Gegen 15:00 Uhr haben wir dann die Strandtasche gepackt und sind wieder los zum Strand. Diesmal kannten wir den Weg schon und waren ziemlich rasch dort.
Als wir nach dem Strand wieder im Hotel waren, sind wir duschen gegangen und haben uns das WM Match fertig angeschaut. Da sich unsere Motivation Essen zugehen ziemlich in Grenzen gehalten hat, haben wir im Hotel gegessen.
Danach haben wir einen Supermarkt gesucht, um Wasser zu kaufen. Schnell wurden wir fündig und auch Wasser gab es genug. Um ca. 20:30 sind wir dann auch schon schlafen gegangen, weil wir total erledigt vom ersten Tag waren.
15.07.2018, Tag 2
Nach 12 Stunden Schlaf hieß es um 8:30 Uhr “Guten Morgen”! Nach dem komischen Check In am Vortag, waren unser Erwartungen an das Frühstück ziemlich gering, doch zum Glück wurden wir eines besseren belehrt. Von Eierspeis bis Speck und Bohnen zu Müsli und Joghurt gibt es beim Buffet hier einfach alles.
Top motiviert und mit der Kamera ausgestattet, war unser Plan, am Vormittag Fotos zu machen und unser Viertel ein bisschen zu erkunden und dann den Tag am Strand zu verbringen. Daraus wurde nur irgendwie nichts..
Denn der Plan, nur Fotos zu machen ist nicht ganz aufgegangen, denn plötzlich wussten wir nicht mehr wo wir sind. Wie immer. Einmal falsch abgebogen und schon ist die Orientierung weg. Naja macht ja nix – so lernt man ne Stadt wenigstens richtig kennen! 😂
Rein in die nächste Metro und dann irgendwo raus. Ganz zufällig sind wir dann im gotischen Viertel gelandet und haben dann auch die berühmte “La Rambla” gefunden. Es war echt mehr Zufall als alles andere, aber schön war’s trotzdem. Die ganzen kleinen Seitengassen haben viel zu bieten und sind wunderschön verwirrend. Bei unserer Entdeckungstour haben wir eine kleine Juicebar gefunden und uns dort was zu trinken geholt. Unser Mittagessen bestand dann aus Pizza, weils einfach am praktischsten war.
Nach einem kleinen Spaziergang haben wir uns dann auch schon wieder auf den Weg zum Hotel gemacht. Dort haben wir zum Glück gut zurückgefunden und uns dann auch gleich wieder fertig für den Strand gemacht. Das Wasser war heute relativ frisch, dafür war es in der Sonne verdammt warm.
Nach gut zwei Stunden haben wir uns wieder auf den Weg zum Hotel gemacht, um uns das WM Finale anzuschauen.
Nach dem Match wollten wir eigentlich nur schnell unseren Barcelona Pass und die Tickets für die Stadion-Führung holen, aber daraus wurde nichts, weil wir die falschen Öffnungszeiten bzw. Adressen bekommen haben.
Dafür aber haben wir die Sagrada Familia, das Hard Rock Café und den Placa de Catalunya gefunden.
Nach der Aktion mit den Karten sind wir los, um Essen zu suchen. In unserem Viertel sind wir nicht wirklich fündig geworden und außerdem war total viel los, also sind wir an den Strand gegangen. Dort haben wir “Vai Moana”, eine total herzige Strandbar mit Restaurant, gefunden. Gegen 23:00 Uhr sind wir dann im Bett gelegen und schlafen gegangen. ✨
16.07.2018, Tag 3
Wie bereits die Tage zuvor hat der Wecker um 08:00 Uhr geläutet und gegen 09:00 Uhr sind wir frühstücken gegangen. Da wir heute die Regenseite von Barcelona kennenlernen durften, haben wir den Tag ruhig angehen lassen. Gegen 12:00 Uhr hatte sich das Wetter ziemlich beruhigt und wir haben uns auf den Weg zum Placa de Catalunya gemacht. Dort haben wir uns ein 2-Tages-Ticket für den Barcelona Touristica Bus gekauft, da der Hop-on Hop-off Bus zum Camp Nou fährt und wir für heute Karten dafür hatten. Nachdem wir den richtigen Bus gefunden hatten, war alles gut und die Vorfreude auf das Stadion vom FC Barcelona stieg. Dort angekommen waren wir total überwältigt, denn alleine schon von außen ist es ein Wahnsinn. Als wir dann drinnen waren und durch das Museum gegangen sind waren wir noch mehr überwältigt und es ist unfassbar, wie weit zurück die Geschichte des Vereins geht. Das Highlight war dann das Stadion von innen und als wir durch den Tunnel zum Rasen gegangen sind. Das Gefühl, das die Spieler haben müssen, wenn sie da kurz vor einem Spiel durchgehen, muss unfassbar sein. Ein kurzer Stopp im Shop anschließend durfte natürlich nicht fehlen und mit einem Sticker für den Koffer im Gepäck ging es dann schon wieder zurück Richtung Bus und los Richtung Hotel.
Im Hotel haben wir uns dann umgezogen, weil es mit den 3/4 Hosen doch bisschen warm wurde und haben uns auf den Weg zum Hafen und dem Aquarium gemacht. Der Hafen ist wunderschön und man kann dort sehr gute HotDogs essen. (Sehr spanisch – ich weiß). Nach dem Essen sind wir dann weiter Richtung Aquarium gegangen. Das Aquarium ist total nett aufgebaut und man geht sogar quasi durch das Haifischbecken durch. Der Besuch hat sich auf jeden Fall gelohnt und es ist echt empfehlenswert!
Unser Abendessen haben wir und heute ausnahmsweise beim Mci geholt, weil der gleich beim Aquarium war und wir nicht wirklich viel Hunger hatten. Und so ein McFlurry am Hafen hat schon seinen gewissen Reiz 🙂
17.07.2018, Tag 4
Heute stand wieder Busfahren am Programm und gleich nach dem Frühstück haben wir uns auf den Weg zur Haltestelle gemacht. Mit dem Bus sind wir ein schönes Stück gefahren und beim nächsten Starbucks raus, wo wir unseren “white girls” Moment hatten – Sommer, Sonne, Palmen und ein Kaffee von Starbucks. Einfach perfekt. Nach einem kurzen Abstecher ins nächste Shoppingcenter ging es dann auch wieder mit dem Bus weiter. Wir haben die Columbus Statue, den Hafen und ganz viele schöne Straßen und Gebäude gesehen.
Am Hafen sind wir dann auch wieder aus dem Bus ausgestiegen und haben uns wieder ein HotDog geholt. Im Anschluss sind wir zurück zum Hotel und haben uns bisschen ausgeruht, bevor es am Abend dann wieder zum Hafen ging. Dort haben wir ganz viele süße kleine Geschäfte gesehen und auch die ersten Souvenirs gekauft. Da wir bei der Bus Tour am Vormittag an der Kathedrale La Seu vorbei gekommen sind, aber vergessen haben auszusteigen, sind wir am Abend nochmal hin. Von innen ist die Kirche wunderschön und 7€ Eintritt sind auch gar nicht so schlimm. Man sieht total viel und im Innenhof kann man sogar Gänse beobachten.
Da die Rambla ganz in der Nähe war, lag ein Abstecher dorthin auf der Hand und bei Sonnenuntergang ist die Straße noch viel schöner, als am Vormittag. Top motiviert und eine Spur zu spät sind wir dann auch wieder beim Placa de Catalunya angekommen und haben den letzten Bus Richtung Hafen verpasst. Also sind wir rein in die Metro und Richtung Meer gefahren. Dort haben wir ein total nettes Restaurant gefunden und zu Abend gegessen.
Ein kurzer Stopp bei der Beachbar “Vai Moana” durfte natürlich auch nicht fehlen, und dort haben wir dann Cocktails getrunken und Tapas gegessen.
18.07.2018, Tag 5
Heute haben wir den Tagesablauf geändert, und so sind wir gleich nach dem Frühstück los Richtung Strand. Da wir vom Vortag beide einen schönen Sonnenbrand bekommen hatten, sind wir in 50+ Sonnencreme nur so geschwommen. Das Meerwasser hat aber das nötigste getan und unsere Haut sehr sehr gut gekühlt. Nach knapp zwei Stunden Strand und Meer sind wir wieder zurück ins Hotel und schnell duschen gegangen.
Nach einer kurzen Pause ging es dann auch direkt wieder weiter in die Stadt. Die wunderschönen Seitengassen von Barcelona haben es uns angetan und so kam es dazu, dass wir uns wieder verlaufen hatten und bei irgendeiner Station in die Metro rein und bei irgendeiner anderen wieder raus sind. Zu unserer Überraschung sind wir plötzlich vorm Casa Batlló gestanden. Dort wollten wir ursprünglich auch hin. Da die Schlang kurz war, haben wir uns sofort angestellt und Dank der Barcelona Card auch gleich 3€ pro Person beim Eintritt gespart. Das Haus ist wahnsinnig schön und definitiv das Geld wert! Eine Führung in dem Sinn gibt es nicht, sondern man bekommt beim Eingang eine Art Handy mit Audioguide. Dank Augmented Reality kann man quasi durch die ganzen Menschen hindurchsehen und das Haus so betrachten, als wäre es wie früher eingerichtet.
Da das Mittagessen wieder flach viel, weil wir zu Mittag keinen Hunger hatten und es einfach viel zu heiß zum Essen war, gab es dann am Nachmittag einen kleinen Snack vom Mci.
Nach dem kurzen Zwischenstopp sind wir dann weiter Richtung U-Bahn-Station gegangen. Da wir uns wiedermal verlaufen hatten, standen wir plötzlich bei der Sagrada Familia und dort kannten wir uns dann wieder aus. Als wir dann wieder im Hotel waren, hieß es mal Koffer packen, damit wir morgen in der Früh keinen Stress bekommen. Nachdem wir die Challenge gemeistert hatten und den Großteil unseres Gewands wieder in den Koffern verstaut hatten, haben wir uns auf den Weg zum Essen gemacht.
Für heute Abend stand Paella am Plan und in der Fußgängerzone bei unserem Hotel sind wir fündig geworden. Im Restaurant Colom haben wir dann einen Platz bekommen und das Essen war ausgezeichnet.
19.07.2018, Tag 6
So schnell kanns gehn, denn heute sind wir das letzte Mal beim Frühstück gesessen. Nachdem wir das Buffet noch einmal so richtig ausgenutzt haben, haben wir uns mit Sack und Pack auf den Weg zum Placa de Catalunya gemacht, denn dort gibt es ein Luggage drop off, wo man seine Koffer für maximal 24h einsperren kann. Das haben wir dann gemacht und heute stand nochmal Barcelona genießen und Souvenirs kaufen am Programm.
Gegen Mittag haben wir uns dann auf den Weg zum Triumphbogen gemacht und uns dort in den Park gesetzt. Der Weg zur U-Bahn war dann ziemlich lustig (wir haben uns natürlich wieder verlaufen) und sind dann plötzlich vorm Zoo gestanden. Von dort aus waren wir dann rasch bei der Metro und sind zum Placa de Catalunya gefahren. Dort sind wir dann Richtung La Rambla los gegangen und nochmal durch die zahlreichen Seitengassen geschlendert. Zum Abschluss haben wir uns dann noch ein Eis gekauft und Barcelona nochmal so richtig genossen.
Gegen 17:00 Uhr glaub ich haben wir unsere Koffer wieder geholt und sind Richtung Flughafen gefahren. Den richtigen Zug zu finden war nicht ganz so einfach aber im Endeffekt waren wir dann eh richtig und waren dann ziemlich erleichtert, als wir im Zug gesessen sind.
Am Flughafen angekommen, haben wir eingecheckt und uns auf den Weg zur Sicherheitskontrolle gemacht. Dort ist alles gut gegangen und wir sind weiter Richtung Burger King, um Abend zu essen. Dort ist bisschen das Chaos ausgebrochen, denn die Mitarbeiter/-innen waren bisschen überfordert und es waren sehr viele Menschen dort. Im Endeffekt haben wir dann unser Essen bekommen und haben uns dann zum Gate gesetzt.
Nach einer Stunde dann die Erkenntnis – unser Flug hat Verspätung. Zum Glück hatten wir aber einen Sitzplatz und mussten nicht die ganze Zeit stehen. Im Flugzeug dann hatten wir das Glück, dass niemand neben uns gesessen ist und um 21:20 Uhr sind wir dann abgehoben und gegen 23:30 Uhr sind wir in gut in Wien gelandet.
Barcelona 2018 🇪🇸 Nächster Halt next stop - Barcelona! Flug Am 14.07.2018 um 5:45 Uhr war Boardingtime für unseren Eurowings Flug nach Barcelona.
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Todd Snider at Speaker Jo Ann Davidson Theatre, Columbus, Ohio, April 10, 2019
Though he's crossed the half-century mark, Todd Snider seems to have gotten younger in the past half-decade.
He's no longer sitting during his solo-acoustic concerts and the rasp that had been creeping into his voice is all gone now. Snider is singing like himself again; his alter-ego the Blind Lemon Pledge is long gone. He's playing his guitar with more enthusiasm; his famous - and hilarious - stories are shorter these days, but that just leaves time for more songs. And Snider seems to be having more fun on stage than in the not-so-distant past.
The bard of East Nashville, Tenn., kicked off a long tour April 10 inside Columbus' Speaker Jo Ann Davidson Theatre, making up for a show that had to be postponed in late 2018 and erasing any doubt the six-month delay was worth the wait.
For 90 minutes, Snider played a career-spanning set that culled songs from 1994's Songs for the Daily Planet through this year's Cash Cabin Sessions, Vol. 3 and most of his other albums as well. The crowd was small but enthusiastic, singing loudly on old songs such as "Easy Money" and listening attentively to new ones such as "Watering Flowers in the Rain" and "Just Like Overnight."
The audience erupted when Snider offered a taste of “Folsom Prison Blues” at the end of “Play a Train Song” and rewarded him with a standing O when all was sung and done.
Playing on a dimly lit stage that resembled a living room with a table, a flower arrangement and Snider's dog, "Cowboy Jim," adding to the ambiance, the singer accompanied himself on guitar, harmonica and banjo. And when he wasn't playing requested tunes that looked at cultural obsessions ("D.B. Cooper"), romantic love ("All My Life"), Tyson that’s not chicken ("Iron Mike's Main Man's Last Request") and political anti-intellectuals ("Conservative Christian, Right Wing, Republican, Straight, White, American Males"), Snider was telling gut-busting tales about "tripping balls" on stage with his band, Hard Working Americans, and fights with former girlfriends who had the gall to get angry about him not working, getting high all the time and spending all the money.
Snider began with "I Can't Complain," a frequent opener; covered his mentor Jerry Jeff Walker's "Mr. Bojangles," mumbling the line about the dog that died to as not to upset the canine lounging on stage; and tacked a bit of his early "Talkin' Seattle Grunge Rock Blues" onto the brand-new "Talkin' Reality Television Blues" because his songbook's gotten so thick, he can't possibly fit in everything and still get to the next show on time.
Moving into the homestretch, Snider swapped out his six-string for a five-string and performed "The Blues on Banjo," an uproarious rant about the muddled state of the world that finds the narrator throwing down a stream of grievances before declaring: Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, mother fucker! and lambasting politicians for doing nothing beyond offering thoughts and prayers.
Opener Rorey Carroll joined the headliner to add harmonies to the encore - a new track titled "Like a Force of Nature" that became canonical the day it was released.
Carroll's own warm-up set was a beguiling 30 minutes of songs about old friends ("Baltimore Jack") and late-night hookups ("1:42 Night Train") that found the singer revealing her human side as she confessed to being harried after a nine-hour drive - and several highly caffeinated beverages - from New York City. She had a couple of false starts and got lost in "Night Train," but these stumbles only made her set that much more charming.
Grade card: Todd Snider at Speaker Jo Ann Davidson Theatre - 4/10/19 - A
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