My body just can't keep up with my mind

Even if posts suggest it's my mind that is falling behind.

Last night I took a 3:45 hour bus ride to Anaheim. I could have taken Metrolink but $1.75 > $10-15 or whatever.

Meanwhile I am watching a price war on Tickpick between an 8 pack and a 4 pack all the way down to $23. Waiting to see how low it can go. Then it resets to $69 and maybe one more price drop before the brokers holding the tickets go to sleep and just let it ride and light 12 tickets on fire.

Get there a bit after doors, which is always way too late and still gotta hunt down an espresso shot somewhere in the Riverwalk complex. I hit up people trickling in for about 90 minutes but catch up with a few friends on the way in. No bites but a few said they had extra tickets to the Whisky, which sold out immediately.

A few minutes before showtime I see the unmistakable sight of Michael Monroe and his band walking up. Do I ask for photo? Do I tell him Sep 23 2022 was the greatest night of my life? No, I ask "any extra tickets?" He looks, mumbles something unintelligible before grabbing and wiggling the first doorknob he sees, an urgency to not only get in, but get away. Then a staff member shows him the proper entrance and I suck it up and pay $54.50 at the box office.

Not that I am mad about it, he deserves every penny he gets and it's a bargain considering what I have paid for lesser artists. And since I treat every ticket score as a game, I just rolled the dice and lost. Sucks that I missed Monodelux, real rockers from the Redwood scene. But also I just can't stand thru all these bands anymore.

And standing, in case you haven't noticed, I tend to refer to that a lot now. I have some sort of undiagnosed back injury, though now that I have medical insurance I should look into what I can do. I already know I don't want heroin or surgery. After the show I see I have 48 minutes until the next bus. Hang out a bit and chat with who I can chat with.

One is Pete, who first via his brother Gus with a bit of influence from their friend the infamous Mr. Freezer are responsible for getting me into this wretched hobby and likely saving me from a life of meth addiction. In deference to my very old fashioned girlfriend I never talk to women out in the wild. But it was a semi circle with me and Pete near merch and she spoke to him first. I had to tell her she was the best dressed person I seen all night. She was wearing purple boots and had a white T shirt with a litter of kittens all over it. Which led to the 3 of us sharing cat pictures with each other.

Get to the bus stop, which is just a stand on the sidewalk. I can walk another block to the stop in front of Disneyland with benches but since the bus leaves in 12 minutes I can just stand there. And stand, and stand and stand. It never comes so I have to wait another 48 minutes. At least there was tall hedge nearby I can just lean into because at some point I can just no longer physically hold myself upright.

Finally the bus comes roughly 2 hours after the show ended. It's a very long bus ride but not as long as the rush hour trip. It drops me off on 6th street where I don't really like standing around so I walk all the way up to Temple and Hill. Walking is a lot less of challenge than standing. Even though right ear damage has seriously affected my balance. Throw cannabis into the mix and my movement is further debilitated and I seriously look like I have a neurological disorder. Or maybe I really do and I will find out soon enough. Unfortunately I was way too sober for what I put myself through.

Get home at 3, make something to eat and crash out at 3:30, still waking up at 7. Ugh. At least maybe I can get to bed early tonight and turn back the internal clock ever so slightly.

The setlist wasn't really all that. After having seen him several times including a show that cannot possibly be surpassed in my lifetime, the solo stuff frontloading the set just isn't ringing my bells. The few feedback squeals are still ringing my ears though.

So if anyone wants me to get the Whisky show you can either front me a ticket, or better yet front me both hoarded San Diego 2010 DVD's that I will likely never watch. And there's still no guarantee I will stay vertical. Also have a mostly non music event early in the day tomorrow that I am wobbling on. And how am I going to be able to stand for several hours on the hot pavement Sunday? I might try, I also might fail.