Posted: June 20th, 2013
The cave, as we know it, offers few creature comforts. Often damp, dark, and dank, it’s a close relation to ‘the hole.’ Arguably, though, a step up—one does not need to ‘dig’ a cave. And with a little luck, barring a grizzly or Neanderthal in residence, it will do in a pinch for shelter. In fact, with a little flooring and masonry, and just the right headroom, depth and width, the cave could be made quite comfortable—even habitable for a spell. Cozy enough to while away the time, rest up, say, after near drowning at Summer Camp, freezing in Toronto, and sweltering in ol’ Virginny.
Even though it’s only been a couple of weeks, it’s been a busy couple of weeks. Personally, from my cave in the Woods of Maine, I gawked at moose and deer, had several encounters with luna moths, listened to coyotes at night, and caught up on some writing (a new novel and a couple of short stories).
All of that is dust now. I awake. It’s time to hit the road. Put a tour-head face on and rejoin the pod of moe.rons that’ve been in withdrawal since the show in Danbury.
Tonight, in Rochester, NY, on the banks of the mighty Genesee River, the tour begins. moe. is on an ambitious, sprawling, full-bore, pedal-to-the-metal tour these next weeks. The band will perform at theaters, festivals and amphitheaters from the Great Lakes, the Atlantic Ocean, the Carolina Mountains, to the Chesepeake, the Rockies, and the High Sierras of Northern California. My favorite kind. I’m thinking this could be epic. But I also said that about dot.com futures back in 2001. For now, mi amigo.moe.litos, I must tootle, and go prepare for the show. Fair warning, you haven’t heard the last of me.
Adieu, brother John