Meg&Dia

Meg and Dia both wrote a couple of blogs that I had to gank and post so I could remember. I don't know if its what they intended, but I pulled out some good lessons out of them.



Meg Frampton"s tour blog:

This morning, as I ravenously bit into a bagel and cream cheese from the continental breakfast at our hotel, Shannon received a disconcerting call from Nick. "You guys better come outside," he blurted. I left my bagel barely touched, and paced hurriedly towards our van and trailer. Instantly I detected missing pieces of equipment from our carefully planned out "Tetris" packing in the trailer. Carlo's guitars and pedal board: gone. Jon's bass:gone. Nick's laptop: gone. Yup, we had been robbed. For some reason, my equipment, which was the most easily accessible and not to mention most expensive remained. What luck? Undeserved surely. Carlo realized the situation and immediately lit a cigarette and wandered off to a corner of a parking lot where he could mourn the loss. Jon bent down and tenderly kissed his remaining bass. Nick, as usual, proceeded to take care of business in a stern solemn manner, never once losing his composure. "We are going to need to call the police. We shouldn't touch anything until they get here. Does everyone have insurance?" he spoke as he began to trod back and forth in deep thought. I collapsed onto the cement Indian style. How could anyone do this to us?

We endured the six hour van ride in a grave silence. It could have been worse. Thankfully we're all alive. We muttered these and countless other epithets that usually comfort people in situations such as ours. I wrote in my journal necessary steps needed to be taken immediately:
1. Insure all equipment, 2. bring guitars and all valuables into hotel room every night, etc.I texted other bands about our situation.

We got to the venue. Anberlin, Bayside, and Jonezetta all rushed outside to meet us. I believe I received 27 hugs of concern and affection before I had even stepped out of the van. "I'm so sorry", they all said and then began to relate to us similar stories that they or other band buddies had experienced. In a melancholy tone I reassured them all was well and this too shall pass.

We loaded in with the help of the House of Blues crewmembers.
Afterward, we all congregated in the green room to partake of the excellent catering offered at all House of Blues: macaroni pasta and marinara, pasta and caesar salad, sugar cookies, and candied corn. I never drink caffeine but I felt like I might need a bit to get me through the night so I reached into the Meg and Dia cooler for a diet Coke.

Anthony from Bayside appeared in the doorway with a sly smile plastered on his face and a large envelope in his hand with Meg and Dia scrawled along the front in a hurried hand writing. "This is for you guys" he simply stated and set the envelope in Dia's lap. "What's this?" she asked as she opened the envelope to peer down into a very large sum of money. "No..." she began as her and I both stared in wonder at the timid faces of all the bands all coyly looking in our direction. "Take it," spoke out one of them, "you guys need it. We've all been there". I couldn't believe it. All day I had been questioning if there was any good left in humanity. But here, right in front of us appeared a perfect example of kindness. I won't complain again, I said to myself. I felt companionship with the other people on this tour. We had sealed a bond with their generous gift and our hesitant acceptance of it. If only I could learn to be so generous and supportive of those around me. So different and grand a contrast was this behavior than the stereotypical band.

Weren't bands supposed to trash green rooms and shout obscenities into the crowds adoring and worshipping them?

Bottom line, we are so lucky to be on this tour. I won't forget it or the people that made it. Misfortune has befallen us but within the darkness light was shed, the light of humanity that will remain I believe. That is timeless. Thank you Anberlin, Bayside, and Jonezetta. Your support has been very much appreciated!
March 27, 2007


Dia Diaryblog- New Orleans

March 26, 07

So, I make a lot of our merch designs, and since we are leaving on a new tour very shortly after Anberlin, I started sketching away. I'm terrible with computers, plus I like the feel of pencil to paper "art," so I do them all the slow way. Anyways, I got about four done, and went to scan them in myself at kinkos because Nick was being very impatient with my lazy self that day and told me to go in there, ask for help, and learn how to scan stuff to a disc myself. So I did.
I asked the guy for help, and he gladly obliged, speaking in between scans about his work and his life. It was really weird because he started talking about this lady that had come in the other day with photos of her husband's "last heartbeat." I guess, she got a print from the hospital computers of his last heartbeat and had actually brought it into kinko's. He said she started to cry in between every scan, and inbetween sobbs, asked if he would be so kind as to put it on a disc so she could save it on her computer and look at it and keep it with her forever.
I wish I had a love like that.
However, being around so many "unfaithfuls," as well as my own thoughts, makes the idea of it extremeley depressing.
Sometimes I wonder if she saved the heartbeat to her computer screen. Maybe she pulls it up every now and then, gets a bottle of Merlot, turns on the discovery channel, gives herself a homemade, pathetic manicure...and remembers him.

Dia.
P.s. Our trailor got broken into today. Two guitars were taken. A jazz 1997 Vintage bass, Wireless systems, laptops and guitar boats. It really sucked. However, we're still alive. And the world is still turning.


They both write so eloquently. The blogs timing couldn't be better. During a time where I have been some major soul searching and during a time where I've been doubting people, they write stories about how maybe there is still some good in this world. Its very uplifting. I really like Dia's choice of using the word "unfaithful."