Naomi and I just completed another short tour – we flew to Chicago to join a mini-festival of psychedelic bands (curated by Steve Krakow), and then drove back to Cambridge stopping in Detroit, Toronto, Montreal, and Brattleboro VT. 1366 miles, according to our Hertz rental odometer. I had forgotten what it’s like to sit in a car five, six hours a day. I had also blocked out that nearly featureless drive between Toronto and Montreal: even with multiple cups of the Tim Horton’s tea I’m partial to (two bags, one milk)… ugh.
But there are great pleasures of returning to tour, especially catching up with friends in the places we visit, and seeing so much special live music. In Chicago, we got to see – for the first time – Kath Bloom. Watching her ramshackle but utterly communicative performance, and with Haley Fohr beaming at our side in the audience, was joyful. (We then listened to nothing but Kath Bloom’s 80s albums with Loren Mazzacane Connors the entire long ride home.)
