I despise being grounded and find inspiration in randomness. I received an e-mail from PMB about a free intimate show in Boston where they will also be filming for extra footage on their upcoming CD. I had to go. no way I was missing this in one of my favorite cities. If you are reading this blog, you more than likely know me, and if you know me, you know how important PMB has been in my life...
Aurora and I have been long overdue for a road trip to catch up on things, and fortunately we didn't get it out of our systems en route to Virginia. We left around 10 am made our usual trip to Wawa for coffee, pretzels, and cash. Game on.
In the 340 miles it took to get to beantown, we saw over 30 Swift trucks, and no Burger Kings or Dunkin Donuts on the road. What gives. In the player was: Graham Colton, Green to Think, the Virginia Mix CD, Fools & Horses, John Mayer, and crap, I forgot the rest.
So we make it to Boston and I want to kiss the ground, though Aurora wouldn't let me. I grew up in New Hampshire and Boston is one of my favorite cities and I don't get to visit it often enough. As soon as we hit the outskirts of the city, the directions seems to name roads that weren't there. Go go gadget memory. Surprisingly I was able to navigate our way through the town with only a brief distraction at BU. I wanted to get there early to make sure we got in and had a decent spot. If you've ever been to a PMB show with me, you know how I get....
But no one was there, so I gave Aurora a carview tour of the city. Apparently I forogt that it was rush hour. Oh what fun. We went to get gas, we were amazed on the lack of gas stations in the city, and the guy behind me smelled really good. That detail isn't really pertinent to the story, but I wanted to point that out. He was wearing Curve. good god, if you wear Curve, you're done for.
So we park at some BU lot and walk to the Paradise. Yay for Boston. We pass the PMB bus as Chardy and Pat walk out and we all say hello. Chardy said he heard I was coming up....hmmm...I wonder how ;-). We stand in line and meet some people. One of my favorite aspects of PMB shows is just the wonderful people you meet a long the way. The PMB posse definitely has the most diehard and passionate fans and a good time is always had by all. Its like a little family :-)
Jeremy, who we met later, interviewed me in line, so hopefully I didn't sound too much like a dumbass. Here I am working in TV, and once the record button is pressed, I turn into a bumbling idiot. Proves that I belong behind the camera instead of in front of, haha.
So the show was great. GREAT! The whole room was full of such love, heart, and energy. I have never been to a more exciting and passionate show. They played for about 2 hours and forty minutes, with special guest Michael ghegan on keys and sax. Setlist was: Save Me, Lost, Must Have Been, Radar, Runaway, Annabelle, Now, Haven't Seen, Girl from Athens, You & I, Rebecca -> No Woman No Cry -> Rebecca, Where the Streets Have No Name, (ENCORE >> ) Shine, Don't Give Up, You & I (again for audience chorus for cameras), (2nd ENCORE >>) Hero, Passion, She Talks to Angels, Sympathy for the Devil. WOW.
It was an early show that ended around 11:30 pm. Everyone piled out into the sidewalk and watched the Sox / Yanks game on the huge bigscreen TV from the window at the bar next door. Ghegan came up to Aurora and I and we said our hellos, but not goodbyes. We hang with Chardy for a while and try to get Aurora into the bar. No such luck, so off to the bus we go. The bus was parked right in front of the bar, so we go from the bus to the bar throughout the night. pat was plastered and sung karaoke all night. It was great. In the bus, we rocked the Tribe and received city dance lessons from Ghegan. We talked with Jeremy about the video and it should come out pretty nicely. Lots and lots of editing. So yeah, lots of good times in the bar and the bus with the guys, plus new friends J-Mo and Malibu. After the bar closed, everyone was in the van rocking out to Metallica. I'm surprised the bus still has shocks left. It was time for the the bus to roll out, and though Pat was begging me to stay, while Aurora was having some fun of her own..., it was time to see if my car was still there and not towed. Pat followed us out, and as I was trying to figure out how the hell we were getting out of Boston, this guy started giving me directions. During his directions I just look at him and ask if he was Morgan, and then he realized who I was. odd that we have known each other for like 5 years, but never met. See how PMB brings everyone together haha. So we all say our goodbyes and I take Morgan home and we finally hit 95 south around 4ish AM.
Aurora divulges her scandelous behavior and I knock her hat off (she was wearing a Graham Colton hat, who she is infatuated with) and I wouldn't let her listen to the GCB cd. It was the greatest night ever and can't beleive all that had happened and for brevity's sake and to protect the innocent I surely did not write about all that had happened.
We hit traffic around Connecticut and I again, have another bout of road rage. I didn't think I would be able to make it over the Tappenzee, but we did and around 8 am we found a rest stop and slept for a half hour. hit more traffic in Jersey and made it home around noon. Stupid traffic.
So I showered, took, a nap, then went to work at 2pm.