The final Physics of Meaning CMJ journal…

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 26th: Ashes To Ashes, Fun to Funky

Even though we had a DC show on Sunday night, I wanted to let the guys sleep in, for Wylie to hang out with Lex (who lives in New York) as long as possible. I picked everyone up from their respective Brooklyn haunts around 2pm and we hit the road victorious, like David Bowie shedding his Ziggy Stardust skin, to assume a new rock’n'roll identity.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 27th: The Phoenix Also Rises

I realize I’m way beyond CMJ territory now, but I feel like the real resolution to our story happened two days after our last official CMJ action. Sunday night, we played in DC, then drove back directly to North Carolina. I dropped off Dylan and Wylie at their houses around 5am, with all of their gear, like New York in reverse. Then I drove Van Gogh to the airport and hopped on a 7:35am Jetblue flight, back to New York.

“What’d you forget this time, your t-shirt?” you ask. Ha. You’re pretty funny.

I took a taxi to NBC and met up with Annuals, to get ready for a Conan taping. I played violin on their record, and they asked me to put together a string quartet for their TV performance that day. The timing was tough, but I didn’t want to miss out on something so exciting. That’s right, playing 29 Physics shows in 28 days wasn’t enough. Gotta push those boundaries…I actually almost threw up in the taxi on the way to NBC because I was so fried and the jerking, jostling motion of morning traffic was too much for my fragile little body to absorb.

Margaret (from Emmy The Great), Marla and Maria (both from My Brightest Diamond/Clare and the Reasons) filled out the quartet. We rehearsed and soundchecked and gabbed and watched Conan be tall and funny and watched Charles Barkley be tall and funny. Then we played. I think it went ok; I was too out of it to be sure. I went back to Brooklyn and slept for 13 hours, feeling like the mystery was solved, the task complete, the adventure at its end.