April 24th - Chicago - The Prodigal Son

This day will forever be known as "Medical Emergency Day" in Fooled By April touring folklore. Strangely enough, the day began well. We woke up in Cleveland on a beautiful sunny morning and got ready for the long drive ahead of us but.....as I was packing I accidentally slammed my foot into a couch and broke a toe. (Dumbest question I’ve gotten in response to this story - "Why would you want to do that?" Answer: "Hmmm. I don’t know. It was between breaking my foot, punching myself in the face or crushing my testicles with a tire iron and I guess the foot thing just made the most sense. Thanks for asking though.") Anyway, my toe turned a real nasty shade of purple and started to swell. To make matters worse, I ended up driving that day, so I rigged up a system where I had the good foot on the pedals and the broken one in a bag of ice. It’s a very safe practice that I advocate highly.

But I was not the only FXA soldier to fall on this day. Shortly into the drive, Gordon turns to me and says that he can’t hear at all. This actually would be OK if it were Pete, who we pay for his sex appeal, not his musicianship, but Gordon needs to hear to sing. Luckily, his deafness was brought on only by the disgusting amounts of compacted earwax he’s been building up for god knows how long. So we got him a bulb and some wax loosener and he went to work, eventually making what can only be described as a HIDEOUS mess in some baby changing station in Indiana. Sorry, Indiana, it won’t happen again.

Anywho, the show rocked despite all these maladies. We played well and were even joined by Big Bill Watterson of Dakota Floyd for our rendition of Glad Girls. In a true show of affection, Bill dumped beer all over me, then crushed and threw the empty can at me, ironically causing no further injuries.

All in all, a rock night.

Tomorrow - Champaign!!!!!