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Hey kids,

I talked to the concert promoter today, a very lovely man who I used to talk to quite regularly when I edited the entertainment weekly in North Tahoe. He said he'd get ahold of me Saturday morning when he had Cracker/Camper's hospitality rider. He also said he needed someone to drive them to the airport on Monday morning, and I told him I couldn't possibly do it, as I only have a two-seater truck that smells like baby vomit.

I also died a thousand deaths in the space of a moment as I briefly mulled it over.

I'm a nervous driver. I'd be a nervous driver TIMES INFINITY if I had all these guys in my back seat. The thought for some reason brought to mind the following:

In college, I read an essay called "Species in a Bucket," wherein a biologist scooped up an entire endangered species of desert pupfish into two buckets, to transport them to a safer environment.

He writes: "Please don't let me stumble. If I drop these buckets we won't have another chance!" For a few frightening moments, there was only myself standing between life and extinction.

Yeah, I know. A bit of overdramatic thinking on my part, but the awesome responsibility of driving both these bands around in one vehicle is much too much for me to even contemplate.

So in anticipation of shopping for their hospitality rider items tomorrow, I started wondering what kind of backstage snacks and crap other bands demand. The Smoking Gun has a huge list of backstage riders. Here's a couple:

Cowboy Junkies:


Beck:


Both of these seem reasonable and doable. Nothing here that I can't find at a local Safeway or Trader Joe's. Except maybe Beck's "local cheeses." WTF? The Nevada desert ain't known for it's flavorful homegrown cheeses. I wonder what he got instead when he played in Reno last week. Did he "Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz"?

Okay, Jake, you and I will at least go get the truck washed and detailed tomorrow, on the off chance that one person or another will need a ride somewhere. Robbie the promoter also asked me to go to the printer and print out a few more posters (which he said are plastered all over Tahoe!) so that he could have the band sign some, and in case the band wanted some for "souvenirs." kheee!

And as much as I hate to admit it... I got my hair cut today (Cute! Thank you Julie at Drago Salon!) and bought a new blouse. And waxed my upper lip. Why? Why?!?!? Sigh.... Silly momma...

Love you kids. Rest up. We've got a big day tomorrow.