September 20, 1992
Philadelphia, Pa.



Our days are beginning to take on a routine now, which is how it should be. The goal is to make every day as similar as possible. This allows all of the various aspects of the production to fit together as neatly, and time efficiently, as possible. The clusterfuck factor is diminished: two or more elements of the production don't arrive at the same place at the same time. If the day is predictable, then it is very relaxed. Of course, all of this changes on a day like yesterday, when we were in a place where the show doesn't go in by the numbers. Then, we have to stand around in committees, trying to arrange the dance. This takes up time.

Today, we're at the Mann Music Center in Philadelphia. This is a large amphitheater, nicely rigged with a fly system including a full compliment of drapes and pipes on which we can hang some of our stuff. We still rig our motors in order to hang the trusses, but some of our other stuff can hang on the house pipes. We have  a lot of wing space off the stage, so we don't have to be too careful about dead case traffic.  We can keep stuff handy to dimmer beach, not having to send dead cases away to some far flung corner of the hall in order to get them off the stage. We can back two trucks up to the loading dock, and roll the gear directly onto the dock at the same level, instead of double ramping off the tail of the truck as we did last night.

While we're not exactly having a party, all in all today is exactly what we needed after the last two days. No extreme challenges: just slam it in, then take it easy through the focus, into the afternoon, dinner, then showtime.

We only had about three hours of sleep last night. My fractured hip is a bit stiff; this tour is still beating me into shape. (Six months of AutoCAD did nothing for my road chops.)  However, I'm getting stronger every day. The key is to charge as hard as I can, minus about 15-20% for headroom over pacing. Every time I feel myself dragging, I don't give into it. I find something physical to do. It can be easy to go slack out here as the show falls into a routine. Slack is the last thing one needs to be when there is a crisis.

We go from here to Atlanta tonight. We'll get in during the early afternoon tomorrow. I'm going to change the oil in the Harley and cruise around town. But, tonight we're going to party on the bus all the way home.

After the past three days, we'll deserve it.


September 20, 1992
Philadelphia, Pa.

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