Disclaimer:
The following account of Burning Daylight's recent weekend tour may contain a few minor
exaggerations and/or embellishments...MAY.
Saturday, 12/30/06-
I hate waking up early. Ever since high school, I've made every effort to do whatever it took not to
have to wake up early. I even went as far as to practically change my major in college if a required
course was only offered before 11am. Yeah, yeah, I know I should toughen up or whatever but,
well...I DON'T WANNA. However, for rock and roll, I will sacrifice. So there I was, on my way
to pick up Jesse at the unfathomable hour of 7:30am, scoffing at all the passing cars. I mean, it was
Saturday after all, go back to bed. Jesse seemed wide awake, of course, he has three kids so he's
used to not getting any sleep...or maybe he drinks coffee or something. Right after I got there, our
substitute bass player Tim Mroz showed up (Adam had an "Ultimate Fighting" Match or
something...he says). Tim seemed pretty wide-awake too, maybe because he has something called a
"grown-up job" where he gets up early FIVE days a week, what a trooper. After packing up, Tim
said he was pretty impressed with our "tour van", a 2002 Saturn SL1 Four-Door Sedan, though he
did ask where the bunks and 42" LCD screen(s) were. Bless his heart, he believed us when we told
him we were "scaling back" for this tour, "maybe next time", we promised. Five effortless hours
later, we began to see signs for NYC. "Perfect time", I exclaimed. Well, I was going to go on for
quite a while about what happened next, but then I remembered I'm not writing a paper for a class
so I don't need to drag this out (double spaced, hit enter at least three times between paragraphs
kids). Let me just sum it up: Two Hours, Two Miles. Yup, I could see the entrance to the Holland
Tunnel for over an hour but when we finally got through to Manhattan (after quite a bit of swearing
and admonishing fellow motorists and passerby) I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Our
fans were so dedicated that it was nearly impossible to find a parking spot within a two mile radius!
For some reason, Tim disagreed:
Me: "Wow! I've heard of mass hysteria for kick-ass rock bands before, but this is ridiculous!"
Tim: "Actually Nick, this is par for the course in Manhattan, there's never any where to park."
Me: "All due respect Tim, but last I checked, this is your first show with Burning Daylight,
welcome to the big time kid!"
Tim: "Did you eat paint chips when you were a kid?"
Me: "What? That makes no sense."
Tim: "Nevermind, it was a joke."
Me: "What does the MASS HYSTERIA we've caused have to do with paint and/or paint chips?"
Tim: "Nick, it was a joke, didn't you see 'Tommy Boy'?"
Me: "Wait, what does that have to do with anything??"
Tim: (To himself) "Please shoot me."
Me: "Gotcha!"
Did I ever.
Well, we finally did find a parking spot and had our sound-check and then had SIX hours to kill
until our midnight set time. For some reason, Tim disappeared and Jesse said he had "things to do"
so I spent the entire time perfecting my spot-on stereotypical New York accent (basically just the
word "fugget-about-it" over and over with some bad Seinfeld impressions thrown in for good
measure). When we finally played, the show went really well...I think there were probably like 200
people there or so, but I'm really just estimating because the stage lights were in my eyes...but I'm
pretty sure. We even had to sign autographs after the show (not our fault they thought we were
The Strokes) and only spent another two hours or so finding our hotel next to the airport. We were
pretty tired so we went straight to bed, but, for the record, Tim and I did NOT sleep in the same
bed...no really, um...yeah...shut up.
Sunday, 12/31/06:
Sleep is good. For some reason though, Tim wouldn't look me in the eye all morning. Come to
think of it, he hasn't returned my calls in weeks...hmmm. After we checked out, Tim flew home to
Buffalo and we hit the road to get to our Boston show that night. Adam met us at our hotel just
outside of the city and after relaxing for an hour, we set out for our quick ten minute ride to The
Paradise for sound-check. Wait, did I say ten minutes???? Let's just say that they should have
redesigned Boston's roadways when people starting using something other than horses for
transportation...the trip to the club was even more maddening than the traffic in NYC, and Adam
and Jesse didn't make it any easier:
Adam: (Bad Seinfeld Impression) "Whaaat's the deal with the roads in Boston, I mean, come on!"
Me: "Dude, knock it off, trying to drive here."
Adam: (Even Worse Seinfeld Impression) "And whaaat's the deal with Grape-Nuts?? Open the
box, no grapes, no nuts! Whaaat's the deal????"
Me: "Seriously, cut it out man."
Jesse: "Nick, just relax, lighten up ok?"
Me: "You guys are dicks."
Jesse: "We're almost there, just chill out."
Me: "Yeah but..."
Jesse: (Interrupting, And With The Worse Seinfeld Impression Yet): "And what about airplane
food?? I mean, who are these people??"
Me: "I hate you both."
Adam: "There's the club."
Anyway, after that minor issue in the car, and after consulting with Chris, Dan and Ryan of The
Push Stars (who we were opening for that night) several times, we made it to the club and the show
went great (sold out!). The Push Stars rocked the house as usual and it only took about a half hour
to make it back to the hotel. For some reason, Adam and Jesse insisted that I get my own bed
(something about "what Tim told them") even after I offered to share. Oh well.
-NY
The following account of Burning Daylight's recent weekend tour may contain a few minor
exaggerations and/or embellishments...MAY.
Saturday, 12/30/06-
I hate waking up early. Ever since high school, I've made every effort to do whatever it took not to
have to wake up early. I even went as far as to practically change my major in college if a required
course was only offered before 11am. Yeah, yeah, I know I should toughen up or whatever but,
well...I DON'T WANNA. However, for rock and roll, I will sacrifice. So there I was, on my way
to pick up Jesse at the unfathomable hour of 7:30am, scoffing at all the passing cars. I mean, it was
Saturday after all, go back to bed. Jesse seemed wide awake, of course, he has three kids so he's
used to not getting any sleep...or maybe he drinks coffee or something. Right after I got there, our
substitute bass player Tim Mroz showed up (Adam had an "Ultimate Fighting" Match or
something...he says). Tim seemed pretty wide-awake too, maybe because he has something called a
"grown-up job" where he gets up early FIVE days a week, what a trooper. After packing up, Tim
said he was pretty impressed with our "tour van", a 2002 Saturn SL1 Four-Door Sedan, though he
did ask where the bunks and 42" LCD screen(s) were. Bless his heart, he believed us when we told
him we were "scaling back" for this tour, "maybe next time", we promised. Five effortless hours
later, we began to see signs for NYC. "Perfect time", I exclaimed. Well, I was going to go on for
quite a while about what happened next, but then I remembered I'm not writing a paper for a class
so I don't need to drag this out (double spaced, hit enter at least three times between paragraphs
kids). Let me just sum it up: Two Hours, Two Miles. Yup, I could see the entrance to the Holland
Tunnel for over an hour but when we finally got through to Manhattan (after quite a bit of swearing
and admonishing fellow motorists and passerby) I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Our
fans were so dedicated that it was nearly impossible to find a parking spot within a two mile radius!
For some reason, Tim disagreed:
Me: "Wow! I've heard of mass hysteria for kick-ass rock bands before, but this is ridiculous!"
Tim: "Actually Nick, this is par for the course in Manhattan, there's never any where to park."
Me: "All due respect Tim, but last I checked, this is your first show with Burning Daylight,
welcome to the big time kid!"
Tim: "Did you eat paint chips when you were a kid?"
Me: "What? That makes no sense."
Tim: "Nevermind, it was a joke."
Me: "What does the MASS HYSTERIA we've caused have to do with paint and/or paint chips?"
Tim: "Nick, it was a joke, didn't you see 'Tommy Boy'?"
Me: "Wait, what does that have to do with anything??"
Tim: (To himself) "Please shoot me."
Me: "Gotcha!"
Did I ever.
Well, we finally did find a parking spot and had our sound-check and then had SIX hours to kill
until our midnight set time. For some reason, Tim disappeared and Jesse said he had "things to do"
so I spent the entire time perfecting my spot-on stereotypical New York accent (basically just the
word "fugget-about-it" over and over with some bad Seinfeld impressions thrown in for good
measure). When we finally played, the show went really well...I think there were probably like 200
people there or so, but I'm really just estimating because the stage lights were in my eyes...but I'm
pretty sure. We even had to sign autographs after the show (not our fault they thought we were
The Strokes) and only spent another two hours or so finding our hotel next to the airport. We were
pretty tired so we went straight to bed, but, for the record, Tim and I did NOT sleep in the same
bed...no really, um...yeah...shut up.
Sunday, 12/31/06:
Sleep is good. For some reason though, Tim wouldn't look me in the eye all morning. Come to
think of it, he hasn't returned my calls in weeks...hmmm. After we checked out, Tim flew home to
Buffalo and we hit the road to get to our Boston show that night. Adam met us at our hotel just
outside of the city and after relaxing for an hour, we set out for our quick ten minute ride to The
Paradise for sound-check. Wait, did I say ten minutes???? Let's just say that they should have
redesigned Boston's roadways when people starting using something other than horses for
transportation...the trip to the club was even more maddening than the traffic in NYC, and Adam
and Jesse didn't make it any easier:
Adam: (Bad Seinfeld Impression) "Whaaat's the deal with the roads in Boston, I mean, come on!"
Me: "Dude, knock it off, trying to drive here."
Adam: (Even Worse Seinfeld Impression) "And whaaat's the deal with Grape-Nuts?? Open the
box, no grapes, no nuts! Whaaat's the deal????"
Me: "Seriously, cut it out man."
Jesse: "Nick, just relax, lighten up ok?"
Me: "You guys are dicks."
Jesse: "We're almost there, just chill out."
Me: "Yeah but..."
Jesse: (Interrupting, And With The Worse Seinfeld Impression Yet): "And what about airplane
food?? I mean, who are these people??"
Me: "I hate you both."
Adam: "There's the club."
Anyway, after that minor issue in the car, and after consulting with Chris, Dan and Ryan of The
Push Stars (who we were opening for that night) several times, we made it to the club and the show
went great (sold out!). The Push Stars rocked the house as usual and it only took about a half hour
to make it back to the hotel. For some reason, Adam and Jesse insisted that I get my own bed
(something about "what Tim told them") even after I offered to share. Oh well.
-NY
