Matisyahu Salutes the Wrong City Three Times in Concert -- Road Report

Matisyahu:

Living for an extended period of time in a tour bus with 12 others is an experience I was reflecting upon earlier today. Sitting in the back of my cream white tour bus on a quilt gifted to me by a fan via a message I read on Twitter after a show. Flashing billboards outside the windows of shows soon to come. Desert dry air of Vegas, waiting on hotel keys so we can check in.

Shannon, the guitar tech, and Dave, the guitar player, have already hit the slots and are up a few hundred dollars. Stu, the bassist, has been up for hours looking for Starbucks and has come to peace with the idea of settling for four shots of espresso over ice at this no-name cafe in the casino. I am sitting, watching the morning unfold from the lounge thinking about the last three months and the two to follow, night after night in another city. Last night I hit an all-time low when I called out to Telluride ... only we were in Flagstaff.

Three times. Chris, the front of house sound engineer, texted Harv the tour manger in the middle of the show to relay the message. By the last time the crowd seemed not to care and cheered along anyhow. Anyway, back to the tour bus. You begin to see people unravel, you become familiar with all their sides. There is intimacy; you see peoples patterns, the waves there lives follow. It is a pretty awesome experience. I recommend it.