Double Perspective : HomeHome
Captain’s Log Episode 2 This tour is a long one, and now that we’re almost exactly half way through, we spent a few days back at home base in Lexington for a couple days of R&R. And after almost 7 weeks on the road, 7 weeks of a new town every day, 7 weeks of almost nothing familiar, it’s a welcome change of pace to be somewhere we know for a bit. However, the idea home has always been a strange place to me. We’ve spent quite a few hours in the car these last couple of weeks, discussing what home is. For Miss Trashique, home is the valley where she grew up in northern Georgia, where her family still lives. Home is where her husband is, where she’s created a space for herself and her family. For me, the question of “what is home?” is a bit more difficult. I grew up in a tiny town in Eastern Kentucky, and when I say tiny, I mean there was a general store (with the most expensive gasoline in the state), an elementary school, and a stop sign at the only intersection. You could see the NOW LEAVING sign while you were standing next to the NOW ENTERING sign. Tiny. And as a child, and a young adult, I hated it. I couldn’t wait to get out, to get to civilization. Even as an adult, whenever I go back out there to visit my parents or my brother, I feel no great connection to the place, I get no real comfort there. It has never felt like home. Lexington, where I ended up as an adult, where Tinderbox was born, feels more like home, but not in the way that I always hear people talking about their own homes. There’s no more feeling of comfort here than I’ve felt anywhere else, but it’s closer. There’s no real attachment here, save for that familiarity of a place you’ve lived for a while. What really makes Lexington feel like home, for me, is that Lexington is where Tinderbox is. If Tinderbox decided to up and move across the country, my home would most likely move with it. The place I’ve felt most at home though, the place I’ve found the most comfort, and the most peace, is in the car, after a great show, somewhere between the venue we’ve performed in, and the couch we’ll be sleeping on (with a Taco Bell stop in between, obviously). Trashique is driving and we’re both loopy and making dumb jokes and yelling nonsensical things at each other and at the other drivers and at the car itself. It’s mornings so early that we only miss the sunrise by moments and it’s bitching at each other like sworn enemies until we’ve had our mandatory coffee stop and made up. It’s hours and hours of endless road, podcasts, NPR and early 2000’s radio sing alongs. If home is where your head lays, my true home is in a cramped, over packed, slightly smelly car, moving on to the next spot, with the rest of the Tinderbox Circus Sideshow. Or, to quote the Allman Brothers, “Lord, I was born a rambling man.” See you down the road, Captain Darron von Awesome
Trash Talk Episode 2
I 👏 Was 👊 So 👏 Glad 👊 To 👏 Be 👊 Home.
...until I woke up the next morning.
And there were bills to pay. Organizing to be done. Planning to be had. All on top of the bazillion "domestic Trashique" tasks that come with being at home (like my OCD smell-good obsession with wax warmers and cleaning supplies). And people I wanted to see. And barely enough time to cover it all.
Being home for four days after seven weeks on the road was just a big fat tease at all the productivity I could achieve if I stayed behind.
But that's not a possibility! There are shows to do!
I explained this to my husband, who was nothing but supportive and snuggly about it, which is when I realized...that's why I came home. For lazy days and snuggles. Not to try and clean the house or accomplish anything (beyond Tinderbox work). And for that I'm grateful.
" Going Home" becomes a strange concept the longer I'm away.
Home for me is where my husband is, which, for the last week and a half was with Captain Darron and I on the road leading into the four days back at home base.
(I prefer the term "home base" for the place my stuff lives, I've found.)
Home is with my mother in Georgia, who worries about my travels and is always ready for me to pop in, announced or not, and stay awhile.
Home is where Captain Darron and Devereaux are, typically crammed into the tourmobile like sardines eating garbanzo beans out of cans.
Home is onstage with audiences far and wide cheering and hooting and hollering at us.
Home is my kitty cat who only ever gets used to me again a day before we're about to leave.
Going home is easy, because it's every day no matter where we are. Home is versatile. Home, for me, is people. And my access to a home base spot that I can hide from the world in with my hubby.
Now we've just left Lexington again and are on our way to Charlotte, NC for the second leg of this tour! The hubs will be going on tour starting this weekend as well ( Ford Theatre Reunion ), but we'll get to meet up in Tulsa next week!
Stay tuned for Blog Episode 3 : A Day In a Tinderbox Tour