I couldn't have driven another ten miles. After the muffler of my 2007 Pontiac Vibe cracked while climbing a steep and winding road in Ithaca, NY, the whole car vibrated in a way that rattled my brain and rearranged my thoughts. The previous night's show at the State Theatre of Ithaca was yet another successful opening slot for singer-songwriter-turned-pop-superstar Ingrid Michaelson. As I was standing outside of the venue prior to the show a couple of young ladies approached me to profess their love of Ingrid Michaelson while assuring me they were also eager to see my performance. They had, after all, checked out my songs on YouTube earlier in the week. They produced their phones and requested selfies with me, standing in front of the entrance of the venue, which I of course obliged.
This happened night after night on this tour. Every stop with Ingrid was filled with an infectious energy like Christmas morning or New Years Eve or a special Birthday Party. There were a couple of off nights from the tour where DJ and I had set up fill dates at house concerts, cafes, and small clubs, and the drop-off was a startling reminder of these very separate worlds that were somehow convening for these three short weeks.
Prior to Ithaca, we had traveled all over the northeast and midwest: Niagara Falls, Grand Rapids, Madison, Northfield, Minneapolis, DePere, Cincinnati, Athens, Columbus, Green Bay, Eau Claire, Chicago, Sheboygan, and Bloomington Indiana. The final show with Ingrid was the following night in Tarrytown, NY. Everything went perfectly. Our set was met by an enthusiastic sold-out crowd of 900 people. At the merch table I signed CD's and took pictures with new fans. After the show, we said goodbyes to the crew and bandmates: Ali, Billy, and Saul, and a fleeting farewell and thank you Ingrid. DJ and I packed up the car again like a Tetris Champion, and fired up the bone-tingling growl which vibrated the sinking hollow feeling that was invading my stomach and my soul.
So many things made sense on that tour - except for maybe how I was on it in the first place. When I tried to get one final, fast answer from Ingrid about it, she just said "Your song was my Germany song.. I became obsessed.. I listened to it like a hundred times.."
Like a crossword puzzle or riddle once solved, the satisfaction wanes the moment it's completed and a new puzzle is revealed. The saying that "Life is a Journey, not a Destination" has rarely been clearer to me. At the end of every amazing experience you are back to where you started - a consciousness residing inside of some odd pounds of flesh and bone.
The last couple of nights on our own we made merry playing shows in Manhattan and Cleveland before pushing on through to Minneapolis for one last body-buzzing fourteen hour day of driving. I ate both KFC and Taco Bell that day.