Our trip is coming to an end. Twenty days. Four hundred eighty hours. Twenty eight thousand eight hundred minutes. Fifteen thousand six hundred twenty seven miles. As all tours wrap up I realize that maybe I will miss the road. Sometimes it is the feeling of relief that the end is in sight that overwhelms my senses. The same feeling that makes you think the last hour of a thirty seven hour work day isn't that bad, you're almost there. So maybe it is that feeling. Maybe I really do miss it when it's all done.
We've been in London for three days now, staying at the K West Hotel, which at this point feels like a home away from home, having stayed here so many times in the past few months. This is a rock n roll hotel, on par with the Riot House (Hyatt) on Sunset in Hollywood or the Roosevelt. Our first evening here, the lobby was home to too many wanna be rock stars dressed in tight black jeans and pointy shoes. With the NME awards taking place in town that night every band in the world was staying here, along with us. The lobby was littered with hipsters; the Kaiser Chiefs, Idlewild, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, We are Scientists, the Arctic Monkeys, etc. Imagine a giant circle of people standing together, each turns to his left and then one at a time everyone tells the person on their left that they are cooler than that person, and so forth. Where does it end?
Too many pretentious assholes, not enough talent and so we retired. The morning brought a visit to Capital Radio for some interviews and then a walking trip through the major tourist attractions where I filmed a short piece for lastminute.com. Our tour ended with a ride on the London Eye, the giant eye sore (so appropriately titled) on the bank of the Thames. The view was beautiful and while I can't vouch for the discount airfare that the website offers (I'm a Travelocity man), the piece will look good. I know it.
My work is almost done here. I've shot three video blogs, five summer tour announcement videos, one lastminute.com piece, and three webisodes for some online TV network. Yes, the brain needs a rest. Not a rest, maybe just a break from what has become the usual over the course of the past three weeks.
I'm going back to Los Angeles and for the first time, calling it home. I'll be there for two weeks. I've got lots of ideas, plans. Need to decorate my room, need to purchase a bookshelf. The walls are bare, off white, stained with marks from previous tenants moving furniture. Trying to think about a trip to San Francisco to see a show, but I don't feel like traveling that much. Hoping to have some meetings, rendezvous, get-togethers, a power lunch or three. I will stock up on energy and I will work on the band's video projects. I will write and gain ground. I will ride my bike along Mulholland Drive and watch the sun get dirty over downtown. I will grocery shop for the first time. And I will spend time with people that make me happy. This much I hope to be true.
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