Saturday morning. I'm sitting at my desk, looking out into the overcast skies of Los Angeles, CA. It's not hard to reflect on the events of the past week, as colorful and unforgettable as they were. Grizfolk was out for nearly a month, in the damn frozen tundra of the northeast U.S. Seriously, I've never been so thoroughly cold in my life, and I know full well that there are colder places in the world, none of which I care now to visit. I'm writing this from the comfort of 65 degrees, in a t-shirt, with the front door open. It's fucking glorious to be home. But it was all worth it.
The tour was epically punctuated by our first appearance on late night network TV. Specifically, the Late Show with David Letterman. We were full of nervous energy, the best kind that is usually reserved for moments like these, where it feels like your first time on a stage, your first performance, the culmination of a whole lot of hard work. My palms only sweat when I fly, and when I play Letterman, that I can tell you for sure. We arrived early in the day, for soundcheck and camera blocking. I walked in with Adam, and right on to the stage.
This isn't just any television stage. It's the stage of the Ed Sullivan Theater, the stage the Beatles played when they first came to America, the stage of history, the stage that is work to some, and mystical to most. I felt the music in it right away. It seeped in just like the biting wind outside seeps through my meager California clothing. The Late Show set itself is actually pretty humble, with Letterman's desk and guest chairs looking quite ordinary with the cameras and lights off, his chair being of the simple black metal folding variety, frequently used by pro wrestlers to pat each other on the back. Was very cool to see what the new york backdrop looks like as well, it's basically a scaled model on wheels that they roll in and out. But the cameras and the lights. They dominated the set, they're just everywhere, and the operators are like ninjas. Impressive.
Then there was the Late Show band, led by the inimitable and legendary Paul Shaffer. Their set-up impossibly compact, but very cool to see up close. The next few hours before taping both flew and crept by. We were rowdy and excitable, like horses at the starting gate, but also didn't want it to be over.
And then it was time. Hair, make-up, final mental preparations, zipper checks...
In a flash it was over, and it was just as exciting and fun as I was hoping it would be. So long Dave, and all my best. You were part of my childhood, my adulthood, and nearing the eve of your retirement, we finally got to meet in person as guests on your show. When I write my final top ten, this day will surely be on it.