Three nights with CST+, and White Chocolate should be a let-down.
It’s the hottest funk band I’ve ever heard. The best part is that it’s low stress for me. I play. I boogie. I have some fun. The three A’s bop at my feet.
Although I’m a founding member, I’ve always let Benita run the group. Now my days in it are numbered. Two months on tour. Two weeks each at Newport and Montreux with another month in Europe. One week on The Late Show. Six in DeRon’s band, not to mention two weeks recording CST in NYC, another two with DeRon, and two with Gus, back in Chicago.
That’s seven months on the road.
Five months left over for Jimmy (and my sanity). Stacey’s good, but she doesn’t draw like me. Vic and Pete are really her band – they’re hot, and then there’s O’Leary. It doesn’t matter who is behind him. People will want to hear him. He’s not a leader, but he is freakin’ magic, as long as the drinking stays under control.
Jimmy says I’m welcome forever. Whenever I’m in town.
Akira will travel with me part of the time. Asami may follow outside of the opera and symphony seasons. Aoki plays less, but they have a string quartet tour, too. Not the best way to nurture relationships.
The love quartet.
Oh, that. Yes.
As devoted to Asami as I am, and the other two, I’m not “in love.” Asami knows it, and that’s all that matters. She and Akira and take out their pent up sexuality on each other. That leaves Aoki and me to figure something out and commiserate. For what it’s worth, I think Aoki might be crushing on Etienne, who no longer crushes on me.
I think he’s afraid of me.
Besides, I don’t do relationships with band members. Tease, yes, but nothing romantic. That was the secret that kept our group together with O’Leary. The Zip episode was long before CST, and Yorick never happened.
I miss him.
Yorick phoned after masses this morning. He’s busy and hasn’t touched his bass. Asami phoned Gino’s East for after the gig, feeding my addiction to pepperoni pizza – trying to keep me from drifting away in a light breeze. She’s sleeping on my couch now. I’m staring at the ceiling again. Too much floating around in my head right now.
I will miss the red catsuit and the wig. I will miss Asami’s warm body next to me, just being there, not doing anything. I wish she would come in, but she won’t, and I won’t get her hopes up. Is it hers that I will miss or just anyone’s?
Yes. Hers. She inspires me. I’m feeling suddenly raw now. Uncooked.