Cincinnati, OH (Mid Point Music Festival Part I)
We left Chicago in no hurry this morning. Waking up after a decent night’s sleep we made our way to the Chicago Diner, a vegan / vegetarian restaurant boasting the slogan, “meat free since `83”. At this point in my eating career I have decided that I am tired of this genera of food. At first I was having a lot of fun with it. It was kind of this novelty meal, “Can they really make corn taste like sausage… wow, it’s close!” The Chicago Diner was “American” style vegan / veggie food. My meal was AWEFUL. In fact, the other guys weren’t crazy about it either. I love veggie food that was designed to be veggie, like Thai Curry Tofu or Falafel… not fake food that is trying to be something it’s not designed to be… poser food if you will. I learned this about myself in Chicago and it only cost me $16. We started our 5-hour drive to Cincinnati and made several stops. We were having a difficult time getting on the road. I was asked to play a ‘Writers in the Round’ night at a coffee shop that was participating in the Mid Point Music Fest. PM is playing Saturday evening but we decided to head down and do some promoting. We were right on time and ran into Eric Wilson from Nashville and caught some of his set. I played three songs that I hope to record someday soon. After we couldn’t find a floor to crash on, haggling for a motel room became a reality… something I don’t enjoy doing. We ate Taco Bell then found a relatively cheep place downtown. I lied and tried to sound important, saying I was part of the Mid Point Music Fest and needed to find a band cheep lodging. I also had to lie about the amount of people staying in the room to get the rate down. I thought there would be separate entrances for each room, but as it turns out, you had to walk through the lobby to get to your room. Needless to say, the man behind the desk was less than happy when four people, not two, walked in. Knowing this would be a problem, I brought a CD with me. I looked at the man who appeared to be preparing to shit his pants and before he could do so I slapped our record on his desk and thanked him for being cool. We walked straight to the elevators thinking we had escaped WWIII. Wrong. His mother was roaming the fourth floor where our room was located. When she noticed the four boys walking into the two-person room, she too was less than happy. I was out of CDs so I had to talk my way out of it which basically consisted of me saying goodnight and shutting the door mid conversation. We Came. We Slept. We Had Wet Dreams… well, one of us anyways. His name rhymes with Schmandrew…
Josh
