saturday morning... sitting at the franklins house for breakfast. jason walks into the room with puffy wet eyes. "my father-in-law died this morning.... i need to get back to georgia... today."
we changed tickets for him and he got a flight out of san francisco intstead of LA. we drove from fresno all the while jason took calls from family and friends either making plans or talking through the mornings scenario.
we spent the day in frisco doing touristy things. we went to in n out burger. drove across the golden gate bridge. drove down lombard street. went to china town. all this to just pass the time until we took him to the airport. they were fun events. it's just hard when you want to go somewhere, but you can't get there immediately... it's hard to just wait and do nothing.
jonathan is coming with me to seattle... to help with the long drive.
we've been debriefing each other and trying to work out all of our feelings about the tour ending.
this, for us, isn't just some thing we decided to do because we didn't have anything else going on. it was a planned artistic performance we have been dreaming up for awhile. it's been a rocky start as well. small audiences. learning to work together. fine tuning our set. not a lot of money. these first four shows were like the lame shows of the set. and we were stoked for the last five. good audiences. set payment. close proximity to one another...
and now that's all ended. just like that. jason goes home to grief and loss, and we drive back to seattle maybe breaking even.
it's hard to not feel like we failed. not that we did. events that are bigger than any of our artistic endeavors came around and changed our plans. so we have to roll with it.
i'm not sure what to make of it. i need to shower and get driving. maybe in another blog i'll make sense of it all.
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