I knew from the moment I took the first bite of Thai food we ordered, continuing to finish my meal would be a bad idea come show time, but I continued to chomp away at my yellow curried carrots and potatoes. Being on tour gives a girl a funny appetite. At home, it's already difficult enough to squeeze in healthy servings of quinoa and kale much to the chagrin of my taste buds, but at least I can do it there because I have no excuses. On the road I can say: "But I have no kitchen! How do you expect me to steam vegetables if there is not a kitchen to be found?" or "There is not a restaurant or grocery store in sight. I would have starved had I not eaten the 10 lbs of sugar I just consumed, honest!" Not to mention, due to Dia's vibrant presence on Twitter and her constant mention of "cupcakes" to fans, we basically have accumulated enough sweets to open up "Diva's Sweet Shop". Come one, come all! (This is not a call to quite bringing the sweets. By all means keep them coming. Without a happy lead singer, ner' a happy band will we be.)
Backstage, Dia and I had the pleasure to speak with a young chap who had quite a successful run on "The X Factor". I found him pleasant and humble, but their continuing conversations about "reality t.v. shows" became a little too much for my head, so I opted to scurry away to our tour bus to continue applying a smear of lipstick two shades too bright and hop into my "heels of death" before curtain call.
I found everyone's smiling faces quite enjoyable last night, during our headlining performance in Rochester, NY. Hardly any technical obstacles, aside from one little stint I attempted to pull during the outro of walk away. I went for one of those "Slash" moments where said guitarist places one foot on the floor monitor for balance and poses in a moment of triumph and glory for all the world to see...
That move doesn't work in high heels (Just in case you ever find yourself in a similar situation.)
Whenever a bit of silence happens in between songs and Dia is transitioning from the front of the stage to the piano she asks me to fill in with some clever antidotes. I didn't have any of those on hand last night, so I decided to inform the audience about the Thai food settling in my stomach and the effect my digestion has on my performance and my singing. I received a few dirty glances from my band. Maybe honesty isn't always the answer, but at least I learned about the sincerity and sympathy of our audience by listening to all of their remedies at the merch table after the show about aiding the digestion of spicy exotic foods. Who knew "chocolate cuts the burning sensation by covering nerve endings"?