Life on the road can be a grind. Getting good sleep is nearly impossible. Hundreds and hundreds of miles in the car wear you down even more. And eating well? Nah. I literally had Papa John’s three days running last weekend. Three. No human should ever do such a thing. Theoretically speaking, I should be dead.
Miraculously, I survived. And managed to play shows in Iowa City, Ames and Des Moines. Gilbert St. in Iowa City was a great time. Headliners in Ames bumped the start time up a little bit in a successful attempt to prevent the same kind of riot that happened on the Iowa /Iowa State weekend the last time we were in town.
In Des Moines we played a joint we’d never heard of before called the Kirkwood Lounge. Interesting place. It’s not really a venue, and I’m not sure how often they even do music. But what the heck. Anyway, we did a makeshift set up (as evidenced below), played, and the sound was huge/awesome. I can’t remember playing a show that felt better. Funny how that works out.
So Iowa, as usual, was a great time. There’s no place like home, I guess.