Coma Tour, Colorado Springs
Ice Orbs and Captain D
My sister let the whole band stay in her condo in Denver while she was out being a flight attendant. It was pure 5-star luxury. I hadn’t showered since Portland. When I finally washed my hair, it reeked of California campfire and gray water flowed from my scalp down the drain.
We slept late, watched Wedding Crashers, then made our way to Colorado Springs. Within 24 hours, the temperature dropped 50 degrees, and fog/snow filled the air. Only 10 miles from the venue, we got stuck in an hour-long traffic jam caused by an ice-inspired accident. We rubber-necked it as we passed the scene, and all that was left was two totaled cars and a cowboy hat.
This was the last show of the tour. I feel the need to add that it was a good tour. Good stories are derived from pain and conflict, so I may have missed listing all the more fortunate events that happened along the way. And I’m still not gonna, because where’s the entertainment in sunshine and lollipops?
Tonight we might leave. Maybe not. It depends on if the van still slides around when we pull out of the parking lot.
