A house in the Hamptons

Days 24/25: Fort Wayne

In all the time we’ve traipsed back and forth about the country we’ve established a few ‘second homes’. To me, second homes are cities where we have a solid home base, great working relationships with the clubs and local media, a developed fan base, and all the wonderful people that come with it. In the south, we have Jacksonville, Fl. Tim Hall, Steve, all the crew at Jack Rabbits, Shawn, Jordyn, Brett, Brad…. and the list goes on and on….
In the Midwest, we’ve got a Lil city in Indiana called Ft. Wayne.
Saturday’s show was our third time in Ft. Wayne, and our second time at the Neon Armadillo. The Neon Armadillo is actually a known as a country bar, but they have for the last year or so been having Rock music nights in association with the local rock station Wbyr. Both the club owners and Wbyr have been very supportive of Man on Earth, so it was a very welcoming environment. Oh, and did I mention that Gail and Ben live in Ft. Wayne?
Gail, the head of our street team and her husband Ben opened up their home to all 3 bands, cooked for us, and made us feel more at home then any place outside of our own homes. After the show everyone made their way over to Gail’s house, including our friend Amanda who flew in from Charlotte. (Except for me, I played hooky, and disappeared downtown with Gail’s cousin Sam who drove in from Perdue for the show. We painted the town red per our custom, then she and I got some breakfast, then headed to Gail’s.)
By the time we got to Gail’s, it was about 4am, and we expected to have to sneak quietly in because everyone’d be sleeping. On the contrary though, when we pulled up all the lights were on and only 2 out of 15 people were asleep. (I’ll deliberately leave you wondering which two, but I guarantee the probability of your first two guesses being wrong is extremely high).
Everyone was just hanging out, two people were jamming away on acoustic guitars, conversation swirling through the air like a teenage ballerina with an abusive dance mom.
By the time everything winded down and the dust cleared it was 7:30am. Everyone had slowly gone to bed, leaving me sitting on on a corner of a couch. I dozed on and off until the smell of Ben cooking pancakes hit me like an angry Vince Wilfork, knocking me off the couch and making me drag my sorry self to the counter for fluffy goodness. We spent the day catching up on necessities, (internet work, laundry, past episodes of The Walking dead {well, Gail and I did, everyone else wanted to wait for their girlfriends…. Sell outs!}) Tacos, chicken, corn, and potatoes for dinner, and then getting ready to head to Cleveland the next day.
I can’t wait to get back to Indiana. We really never know where the highlights of each tour will be. Unless Fort Wayne is on the calendar. Then there’s a given!