Devil on My Shoulder

Last night was such a trip. We survived the 9 hour drive and arrived just in time for the soundcheck. The club owner (Troy) was there to greet us, and he was really excited that we were playing. The vibe in this club made us feel really good. When we finished checking the gear, Troy asked us what we wanted to eat: steaks, seafood, Italian, Asian fusion, hot dog stand... I said "hot dog stand, NO…" Asian fusion, umm not in Ocala, I just don’t notice a very big Asian population here and I question the authenticity...A fusion of Asian and what? is also a concern. So it's either steaks or Italian. Schlitzy, the Limo Driver, yea that's right, SCHLITZY! Spoke up and said "Nah, I got it, we’z goin to Bella Luna. I'm from New Yawk and I knows I-talian cuisine. C'mon, jump in the limo I gots ya covered". We arrived at the restaurant, and they had a special "John Travolta" (yea, he lives here) private dining room set-up for us courtesy of Schlitzy. We had a really good pasta dinner, and Dan was happy to get his daily ration of nutrition.

We headed back to the club after dinner and got ready for the show. All of the club owners were there and were treating us like royalty. The show was fun, dark, ridiculous, inspired, funny and overall just a blast. I like walking on stage with no plan and just winging it. I don't know what I’m going to play or what I'm going to say. Once the crowd interaction is established, there is a lot of back and forth between me and the crowd. Lots of laughs but when the music starts everyone is intently listening. The perfect yin and yang of intensity and release.

After the show we did an 1½ hour meet 'n greet. Fans had driven from all over the state of Florida and flown from different parts of the US of A. You can't imagine the overwhelming feeling when someone tells you they flew cross country to see a 1 hour acoustic show. I'm absolutely blown away. What a life!

It was Dan's birthday, and Troy the club owner kept calling Dan the wrong name. He kept referring to him as Dave. So now you know me well enough to guess that I am going to be calling Dan “DAVE” the rest of the tour. He hates I but hasn't tackled me yet so I’ll keep it up till he threatens my life. That's when you know Dan, I mean Dave, has had enough, and it's time to quit it. It's his birthday today and I'm going to make a spectacle of his big day during the show tonight. I know the fans are bringing some cakes and same candles. I want to fire 'em all up and have the crowd sing Happy Birthday. He is loving the fact that he is celebrating in 80 degree weather, but I also know he really misses Nicolette. She's back at home in Chicago in the snowdrifts, and I know Dan really wishes she were here with him to celebrate his birthday.

While I'm on the subject, it's time for the Daily Dan Report: Everyone has unique habits and tendencies. I have never spent this much time with Dan and in such close proximity and I'm getting to know what makes him tick. The Zen of Dan. I awoke pretty early today (noon) and Dan was sound asleep. I was working on the computer at the desk in the room and tap tap tapping away which I'm sure was manifesting itself as a semi-automatic machine gun firing into a enemy bunker in Dan's diluted dreams of weaponry, warfare and a subliminal coup de gras in nightmare-ville. I looked over at him at one point and he was lying on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. His eyes were open and he was looking at me. I said "Sorry about the typing Dude, I’m trying to get some work done before we roll out". He didn’t respond. I thought maybe he was pissed I woke him up and was giving me the silent treatment, so I said "Sorry man" as I threw my hands to the side and said "What..................................What?………………………” He just stared back and was motionless and then I heard a light snoring sound. He was sound asleep with his head propped up and his eyes open and staring. I walked over and waved a hand in front of his eyes and few feet in front of him, and he was out cold. No response. The devil on my left shoulder whispered in my ear "you should scream and clap really loud and freak him out of his sleep". The angel on the other said "let him sleep". I wanna tell you that if it wasn’t his birthday I would have scared the sh*t out of him, but that is no way to start off your birthday. I'm not that E-vil... I want to assure you that 'm not trying to pick on Dan by including him in these blogs. He's just really interesting, and I know that he doesn't mind being included. Or at least he doesn't know about it yet. Haha (can you actually see the horns pop out of my head). So I thought I had this all figured out by sleeping with one eye open but Dave sleeps with TWO eyes open. I’ll never win...

Marty Casey