Holy crap. It's cold.
We're currently en route to Syracuse, NY (location of Heather's alma-mater) for a show at the riskily named Funk N' Waffles. [Say it aloud if you don't get why its name is risky.] Last night was spent in the happenin little town of Northampton, MA, where we played a show at the Iron Horse Music Hall with our wonderful friends, The Everybodyfields. If you were there, you know how much it rocked, and if you weren't there, you should take our word for it when we say that it rocked. Just listen to these rave reviews:
"Man, that show rocked!" - guy at show
"Wow, what a rockin show!" - girl at show
"You guys rock!" - small child at show
"Achoooooooooo!" - baby panda at show
That venue is truly spectacular.
Anyways, we spent the night in the comfiest of comfort inns, and now, with continental breakfast in stomach, we're looking forward to a day off before tomorrow night's show in Syracuse. Perhaps we'll spend the evening watching a film, most likely "W" or "Religiulous." What political thinkers we are.
For those of you who have never experienced an autumn in New England (or upstate New York), let me tell you: it's unbelievable. The red leaves light fires in the trees that can only be put out by the frigid cold accompanying the fall. Every time a leaf falls to the ground, an angel breaks a string on his harp. Poor cherubim.
So now, it's back to the road for us. With teeth chattering and arms shivering, we bid you the fondest of farewells.
-The Lead Sled