Some of the kids following us on this tour have a very apt saying: “Florida me once, shame on you. Florida me twice, shame on me.” This was our last show in that state and it was about time. That’s not to say that there’s necessarily anything wrong with this part of the country, but the experience had been pretty intense. It’s not quite an island and not quite the South; I’m not sure what else to say. Strangely enough, this was the first venue I ever played in Florida, last year on tour with this band. I re-read the blog post before we arrived, later amused that once again I was feeling under the weather, it was unusually cold, and the crowd was a particular grade of rowdy. I also noticed there still wasn’t a whole lot to see or do in the neighborhood.
There was quite a bit of time before the show, but I was mostly trying to summon my energy for it. I stretched out in the venue, which has been so beautifully redone since the last time we played there, and ate a bit of simple Mexican food nearby – mostly dips and homemade tortilla chips. The show was interesting, as they always seem to be when the band plays in that town. The crowd there was again unlike anywhere else. Somehow a fight didn’t break out until about the end of the show, when our driver heroically jumped off the stage into the crowd and broke it up. The owner of the venue was an absolute sweetheart and it was a good experience and a very energetic show, despite a large portion of the band and crowd having the same cold.
That night, I got kidnapped by a car full of Infernites. While their hotel was charmingly filthy and lived in, it also made me appreciate the hard work our tour manager does getting us nice rooms. It was fun to hang out with them, although we all passed out asleep quite quickly. The main point of my abduction was for all of us to get up early and see a bit of the South. I knew that my band was too big and sniffley to see much besides the inside of their eyelids, so I ran off and had a fun trip. We made a slight detour to Savannah, which I’d never been to and hadn’t really expected to see on this trip. Our keyword searches on our smart phones and texts to my Southern friends both pointed us to the same spot beside a park – a vegan coffee shop/cafe and large health food store in the historic district. It was a wonderful, if hurried, lunch stop. We also managed to time our bathroom/gas break for South of the Border, an intensely hyped roadside attraction. I was impressed I’d never heard of it, as it was chock full of the kind of kitschy representative commercial sculpture I usually seek out when traveling. Since I neglected to take any photos while we were in Jacksonville, here’s some from the road trip out of Florida, through Georgia and South Carolina:
Tomorrow, a holiday and a day off…