🇦🇷 | The stay in Buenos Aires was the shortest of all on this trip sadly. Plus, we’re all completely fucking exhausted. I hope it didn’t show on stage because the crowd couldn’t have been more of a life force. They would overwhelmingly sing the GUITAR PARTS which is just the god’s honest best. Riff recognition is a hard skill and I believe the good people of Argentina have mastered that skill. I wore shorts which i hate doing (it was hot), I made up for it by wearing my Crudos shirt.
Sadly I forgot to sing the opening lines to the big Evita song, “Don’t cry for me Argentina! The truth is….” My father loved the story of Eva Peron. A poor person who came into some real power and chose to remain a champion of the poor. My apologies to the good people of Argentina. I have failed you in this way and intend to make it up somehow.
I did however get to catch some cool little pieces of B.A. before the gig (big Evita on a building, Tupac Amaru on a building, etc) and had a classic lovely outside dinner with the Dogs of
@fiddleheadusa (check pic #3 to see the epic sunlight on
@skatetochurch and
@dowwwzy ) - Being on the road with
@rival_schools_nyc we, in the Fiddlehead camp, debated at dinner and eventually concluded, after rigorous debate, that “Wring it Out” is a top 3
@walterschreifels song (“Landmine Spring” and “Audrey” are the others in that top three, for me, FYI).
A little dog came up to us during dinner (check the other pics) and I was instantly reminded of the
@mirahmusic song “The Dogs of B.A.” and then immediately thought of my wife, who loves Mirah. Then I found myself missing her and relieved that I’d get to see her and our children soon. But not before the final boss of the tour, SAO PAULO, whereafter I hope to catch a flight home and go straight back to teaching, weather permitting.
“No sleep, good dreams.” Onward to Brazil | 🇧🇷