7/25/97
From the Road - Chapter 15
Dear Breadheads:
I realize that it's been awhile since I've posted a new entry
in the Road Log but I've been swamped with E-mail. Most of
it has been from fans who attended concerts on the west coast
part of our tour. Since we are leaving soon for the second
leg of our U.S. tour, I figured I'd better get busy and let
everyone know what's been going on.
The
first concerts were in Las Vegas on July 4th weekend. Thank
God, they weren't outdoor concerts. The temperature was in
the triple digits which made a casual stroll outside feel
like a death march through the world's largest pizza oven
(without anchovies please). So, outdoor activities consisted,
mainly, of moving as quickly as possible from one air conditioned
building to another.
Opening
night went extremely well (we remembered all our parts) and
the reaction of our audience reassured me that we had some
of the most loyal and devoted fans in the world. Some of those
who attended had flown halfway across the U.S. just to see
us perform. In fact, some of our fans attended all three concerts
in Vegas. Now, those are FANS!!!
Next,
was the Orange County Performing Arts Center. Being that close
to L.A., of course there were alot of family and friends in
attendance along with a very spirited group of Breadheads.
Livingston Taylor (yes, James' brother) was our opening act
and he was great. Someone backstage said: "Livingston Taylor
is to songwriting, what Gary Larson (the Far Side) is to cartoons."
As abstract as that may seem, I completely agree. He has a
great sense of humor and was a delight to watch.
The next day it was time to jump in the van and head on down
to San Diego. I love San Diego! There's the Zoo and great
food, Mission bay and great food, Sea World and great food,
Horton Plaza and .........well, you know! Although I was a
bit disappointed with the venue because of poor acoustics,
I couldn't have been more pleased with the audience. There
enthusiasm was very gratifying. With fans like that, we could
do no wrong.
The last concert on the left coast of our U.S. tour was in
Konocti Harbor. I know, I know! Where's Konocti Harbor? It's
in northern California, right next to Kelseyville. Where's
Kelseyville? It's right next to Clear Lake. Where's Clear
Lake? You'll have to check a map for that.
Anyway,
it's a beautiful resort with a great concert hall and once
again we had a fantastic audience. My only regret is that
we couldn't stay another day or two. Hell, I didn't even have
enough time to rent a jet ski. Of course, that falls into
the rules of the road category which states: If you're somewhere
exciting, like Konocti Harbor, you'll have to leave the next
day. On the other hand, if you're in someplace like Peoria,
you can bet you'll have two or three days off with nothing
to do. That's showbiz!
Well, I guess it's time to close this entry, kick my cats
out of the suitcase (which they turned into a bed) and start
packing. I'll try to post another entry in a couple of weeks,
after the second leg of the U.S. tour.
The
best from Bread
Regards: Mike Botts
