I suppose anyone’s who’s followed the jager blogs might wonder why I haven’t talked about the last night of the tour yet and I’ve been meaning too but there’s a few thing about life on the road that maybe I haven’t shared yet and they are: 1) I myself do much, probably most of the driving. 2) after the Boulder show we-the-band-and-crew drove non stop to Cleveland, where we-the-band-and-crew parted ways and I myself drove all the way to Nashville without stopping and I’m figuring I stayed awake for the most of 40 hours or so and if you’ve ever been on the road for almost a month solid you will leave things at home in a certain state of disarray and upon your return there will be a virtual, if not literal honey-do list a mile long and this indeed was the case upon my return to Davidson Co. TN and it is only now after two weeks back at home that I find myself in the position of sitting on the couch on a Sunday afternoon in the status of having the privacy fence repaired, the rock garden weeded, the rental property painted, the phone calls made, the lawn mowed, the miles run, the books balanced, the taxes done, the water heater fixed, the mailings sent, the recycling taken in and the rubbish at the curb.
So I figured I’d get around to the end of the story with regards to the Jager Country Tour w/ Eric Church.
And to be honest, I may be motivated by not one, but several cases of mistaken Identity, the particular incident in this case being the behavior of someone bearing my resemblance on the last night of the Tour, someone bearing resemblance to behavior that I may have been guilty of a time or two along the road but in this specific case, not so. I ain’t yer guy….
Precisely, I may have partied like a rockstar on several occasions on the Jager Tour, the nights end in Boulder NOT being one of them.
But let’s start at the beginning of the end. (Of the tour, that is). I stayed in nearby Winterpark, CO skiing as late as I could call it on Saturday. Rumor has it that that day was one of the best of the year, and thankfully, gratefully–for as little as I get to ski–I was there to enjoy the excellent conditions and the equally excellent company. I left the mountain at 2pm figuring that if my band couldn’t do today’s soundcheck without me, as they have done many times in the past, then fates simply fell that I did not deserve to sound good tonight and this is something beyond my influence in the universe.
Simply: they’ll figure it out without me.
If not, shit happens.
So I got to Boulder pretty late in the day and I seemed to arrive at the Boulder Theater at about the same time everybody else I could have expected to attend arrived: there was my old neighbor Michael Frey on the curb as I parked. As I got out of the car a voice called out “Hey, Sean Patrick McGraw…” and it turned out to be a facebook friend and after exchanging pleasantries and introductions with Sweet Caroline and her friend here comes Hilary-Girl-Friday down the street and we all walked inside the venue and hurried-up-to-wait. Michael and I caught up on a few years since we’d seen each other and my guys got our gear onstage and after not-too-long a wait we got a good sound check and it was already almost time to play and you think the last night of a tour is going to be a big last-hurrah and maybe it was for the other bands but for me it’s a happy thing to know that you got added to all those shows you never expected to be on and it was all great, but now it’s all over and it’s little sad feeling in with the satisfied feeling. We’d gotten some little gifts to say “thanks for having us,” and they’d been given to the Jager guys and to Josh Thompson and Eric Church and Rick Monroe and Rick came up before our set and gave me a big hug and said “thanks” and Josh Thompson came up and shook my hand and we wished each other the best of luck and we said so-long to all Josh’s guys and me and the band and Keith (our road Mgr) and Rick Monroe all did one last shot of Jager before our set and we-the-band just walked out on stage and rocked it like I guess you rock it when you know you don’t have to save anything for the next day, and Boulder as an audience was pretty great and it’s always a little bit of a blur playing music, it’s like being in a fight or playing sports, it happens fast and it’s a mix of terror and triumph and it’s adrenaline and sweat and it’s over before ya know it.
So to be honest, sometimes I remember more about the catering at a gig than I do about playing the gig. (It was superb in Boulder by the way, a little adventurous, well realized, fresh, hot and the well paired with the local beer). And I remember the hang upstairs and coming down from the balcony and signing a LOT of stuff and meeting some great people and I wish we could have gone to all the after-party stuff we got invited to but having partied my fair share during this tour I felt obliged to offer up driving us back to Denver so I chilled after a couple beers and let everyone else in the entourage party–figuring, hell, we’ll make a beer run on the way back and have a big time at the hotel….
(And I should mention that I watched all of Eric Churches set. I did almost every night of the tour and he’s really really awesome. And I expected some kind of pranking to occur on the last night and I want to say that Josh Thompson and his guys walking out dressed like freaks in drag during Eric’s set was AWESOME.)
But I was talking about catering and partying…
So–addressing that girl who emailed me today, that girl who-–like at least a dozen others–-confused me with someone else:
I was NOT hanging out by the busses at the end of the night. Regretfully I never had a chance to get back and thank Eric one last time for having us so,
ERIC, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU JAGER MEISTER.
And If you really, really think that was me all lacquered up and being a goof backstage let me say that yes Indeed I DID get lacquered up and goofy on more than one occasion on the tour, but tonight I was letting my peeps misbehave while I was the grownup and I’m positive you mistook me for somebody else ‘cause I never was backstage after we finished our set and while there may have been-–and will be–-times when I will get drunk, I never, ever stand around saying “I’m so drunk.”
I say “Hell I’m fine….”
as I fall on my ass.
So anyway. There were at least a dozen occasions on the tour when somebody would walk up to Keith (my road mgr) thinking he was me (we look maybe like brothers???) but I’ve never seen Keith inebriated so I’m thinkin’ that wasn’t him either.
So I don’t know…
I just know that every tour will eventually come to an end and it’s a happy thing and a sad thing and I’ll miss everybody and as for that big party back at the hotel..it consisted of me and a bag of chips and one Bud light watching TV as everybody went to their rooms to crash…
This is rock and roll
We’re livin’ the dream.
This was great.
Can’t wait for what happens next