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Moving through the night

Sunday Aug 15, 2004

Fearing traffic more than the consequences of an all nighter Sam, Gabe, JD, and I did the unthinkable, we loaded and unloaded a moving truck between the hours of 3am and 6am. See the plan originally was to load the truck before bed and take off early in the morning to complete the move. When I arrived at their home at close to midnight Sam and JD were less than ready to load the truck. Gabe revised our plan suggesting that we go ahead and complete the move through the evening. By 4 am we were on the road to Hollywood. Though completely delirious, Sam and I enjoyed the empty roads in the massive moving truck by singing songs at the top of our lungs. Such favorites as Clay Aiken's "Invisible", the Catholic tune "Joy Joy down in my heart," The theme song of The Gummy Bears, The Star Spangled Banner, and the Jewish folk song "Bim Bom," highlighted the adventure.

By 5am we arrived at Sam and JD's new place in Hollywood. Successfully having avoided the traffic, our new goal was to unload the truck fast enough so that we could get it back to the South Bay before rush hour but silently enough such that no one in the building would be disturbed. Quite a challenge...Were we successful? Well no one complained. In fact we didn't hear a single soul stir despite a very loud moment involving Sam's box spring. See the damned thing wouldn't fit into the elevator so we took it to the stairwell. Only it didn't quite fit their either. Just mere inches from the 2nd floor the box spring caught the wall and was stuck. The clock now ticking dangerously close to 6am Sam called for the only move we could make, take out the wall. We counted down from three and then heaved. The dry wall gave way as a 1/4 inch or so crumbled to the ground. We never looked back and were soon on our way to return the truck.

To celebrate later in the day Sam took me to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles a famous LA establishment that serves just what its name claims. Though delicious I could feel the pain in my chest shortly thereafter and couldn't eat for days.

Now it is all about preping for Tuesday's show and if you're a good reader you'll notice that I got another gig for Saturday 9/11. Yeah its not the greatest day of the year to have a show but its a SATURDAY!!! I hope my music will go over at 9pm on a Saturday. I'm really going to have to rock out.

Now to practice. Go USA and WHITE Sox.