Saying goodbye to Colorado is never easy. I have to admit that sometimes, when I see that “You Are Now Leaving Colorful Colorado” sign at the border, I’ll exhale a somewhat sad “aww!” and make a frowny face. This behavior may better explain the reason you don’t hear stories about Jeremy Facknitz banging groupies and tearing up hotel rooms on the road. I’m more likely to spend an evening out for a walk, pausing to smell the lilacs, then writing a song about the lack of sunshine while downing a few shots of throat coat tea before it’s off to bed at 9.
We left Colorado and it’s colorfulness Friday afternoon for Park City and our first show at The Downstairs, opening for Bryon Friedman. Bryon has a new pad in Park City and was so kind to let us crash at his place. Rather than give us a key, he decided to just leave the door open. This was a great idea, until Jeremy or Lindsay, deciding to head back to the house early, locked the door before bed leaving Bryon no choice but to bang violently on his new place at 2:27 in the morning to wake them up and let him in.
The Downstairs is downstairs. That makes sense. I’m pretty excited to see Lindsay’s show every night. She tends to call dibs on the opening slot before I do, so her “badassery” pumps me up for my set. After we folk-rocked the masses as they filed in, Bryon and his band folk-rocked the rest of the night away while Lindsay and I hung out behind our merch table, selling nothing. There’s always tomorrow.
We crashed around 2 and slept well (minus the door-locking fiasco). Cold, rainy and rumors of snow tomorrow, at which point we will head down the hill to Salt Lake City and a show at The Woodshed.
For all this from Lindsay Weidmann’s point of view, visit www.lindsayweidmann.blogspot.com.
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