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Confessions
of an Indiegirl:
Jam, Death Metal, and
Bikinis
by Bari Koral |
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My current fall tour will keep me out of NYC for over 2 months.
Starting in CT, it will take me throughout the midwest, down to
the Carolinas and Tennessee, and as far south as Texas.
I kidnapped my NYC yoga teacher (who was planning a trip to her
hometown in Iowa) and made her drive out here with me. She actually
was going to fly and she blew off her flight because she loves me
(and because I begged her). We drove, we drove, we drove. We did
hand stands against semi-tracker trailers and took pictures of them.
We stayed in roadside Super 8 motels and saw Labor Day fireworks.
We rode alongside thousands and thousands of Harley-Davidson riders
celebrating 100 years of the famous motorcycle maker and took pictures
with them at rest stops. Really, who wouldn't want this life?
After dropping my pal off in Iowa I backtracked to Wisconsin.
I landed in the land of Milwaukee where I was to be based for almost
a week, a rare commodity in touring as you usually hit a city and
you're gone in 24 hours.
I'm coming to realize that the best attitude to being a constant
traveler is to think of myself as less of a tourist and more of
a resident. Life is not on hold when you're traveling. Life is happening,
this is it. So, your supermarket, your friends, your movie theatre,
whatever, think locally.
This week, Milwaukee is where I live.
One of my first shows was at the University of Wisconsin. They have
a venue there that looks a lot more like a hash bar in Amsterdam
then the average coffee house on a college campus. Before I started
playing they were warming up the crowd with screaming CDs from bands
like Mega Death. It basically sounded like music you'd commit suicide
to. Looking around the room I realized that many of these kids were
wearing dark eye makeup and had their tongues pierced. I was sorta
scared. I'm from like, Long Island and even though I bare some misery
as a singer and songwriter I'm basically kinda of happy (please
don't tell anyone). I was fairly terrified about this crowd. But,
I guess good music is good music. They were pretty respectful and
I think I even got on their dark side. Or their good side or whatever.
I think they were actually enjoying themselves. So there you go.
All in all it was an awfully nice week. I did a lot of yoga and
managed to eat well too, which is always a struggle on the road
unless you're into greasy spoons and truck stops. I made an important
discovery at Cracker Barrel. They have little size pockets of gourmet
jams, which can turn your boring continental breakfast into something
special. It's the little things that go such a long way.
But, a sure to be tour highlight was about to emerge. On Thursday
I checked in at a Holiday Inn Express. I got in the hot tub for
"adult swim" to soak the strain of the day away. I was just getting
ready to get out when a terrific looking young male entered the
spa alone and stuck his toes in the water.
Wow. I don't know exactly know who is responsible for this, but
uh, thank you.
He, of all things was a professional golfer. He was so cute and
actually managed to make golf sound almost interesting.
I was wilting by this point in the hot tub, dying to get out but
wouldn't. This is because under the safety of the fuzzy bubbles,
I was wearing a terrible 2 piece. It was pink with white polka dots.
A fashion felony.
We talked for another 1/2 hour and by this time I was boiling like
a potato. I finally just had to get out of the tub. I looked like
a lobster. A lobster in pink and white polka dots.
Eventually I turned back to my natural color. So now what. What
was there to do exactly at midnight in Gordon, WI?
Luckily, in my car, amongst everything I own, was also Trans-Atlantic
size mini bottles of red wine and gourmet cheddar crackers. So,
there out on the lawn at some random Holiday Inn Express in Gordon,
WI - I had an impromptu midnight picnic under the moon with a professional
athlete.
Geez... not the kind of thing that happens every day. I even learned
something about golf. That is pretty scary. I'll actually have something
to talk to my dad about now.
I've only been on the road for a few weeks and already I've learned
a few important lessons:
1/ Home is where your jam is.
2/ Even metal death rockers are potential fans and
3/ Always be wearing your best bikini cause you just never know.
And thus the adventure continues...
Till next time. :) bari
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To find out more about Bari Koral visit:
http://www.barikoral.com/ |
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Bari Koral is an international touring and recording artist. When
she's not traveling she divides her time between NYC and Woodstock,
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