Not Abbey.
I with held this information for the specific purpose of tantalizing you to read on, unless you are a devoted Seasons fan who needs no baiting whatsoever (God bless you).
In any case, last Monday Seasons (with the mostly recovered from the flu Peter) headed out on a mini-tour to play a show at our relative's church in Pittsburgh, Westminster Presbyterian.
The Church itself had quite an air of New England about it, which is the closest thing that America has to England (besides the Renaissance Faire, of course).
This little taste of life on the road gave me some idea of what things would need to change if Seasons went on a more extended tour (meaning anything more than traveling to just one gig).
1. We would need to work out sleeping arrangements. Since all the typically floor-sleeping Lees wanted to be in the two hotel beds, and mom and dad had claimed the pullout couch (fair enough), the arragement night one was:
Peter and Luke + me sleeping across the bottom at their feet, (however, after getting kicked more than a shopper in Target on Black Friday, I moved to sleep at Clare and Grace's feet.) Teresa wisely opted to be on the floor for that evening.
Night two I tried sleeping next to Clare, only to find after returning from the bathroom that she had decided to sleep horizontally and hog all the blankets. This turn of events led me again to sleep at Peter and Luke's feet, pretending that the kicking was just a strong and random shiatsu massage.
2. The amount of stuff we bring anywhere.
Not only did we squeeze two large harps, two hammered dulcimers, bongos, a mandolin, three music stands, a violin, sheet music, and CDs, we also brought clothes for eight people. And it doesn't end there. Each person also brought what Luke and Clare call "stuff to do bags," which is a bag (sometimes more than one) of things to do in the car and hotel, such as games, books, CDs, CD players, computers, stuffed animals and playing cards. To get all of this into the hotel room took about 30 trips (causing us to monopolize the only two elevators in the building).
However, we had a great show. At first we were nervous that no one other than our grandparents were coming, but then my Aunt came down the hall whispering excitedly "they're all coming through the back way!" People streamed in until we had a full house!
We played the usual "Eventide Lullaby" tracks, as well as "Linus and Lucy," (which we dedicated to Grandma) "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree," and "Walking in the Air" from The Snowman.
Clare played a mean violin for "Stable Song," and our cousin Carlee led the audience in a sing-along for "Silent Night" and "Joy to the World." Of course starting "Silent Night" my mind was wandering and I started playing it "country style" until Peter hissed at me, "NOT Western, NOT Western!" Whups.
At the end of the program Peter was sure that the audience was giving us a standing ovation, and wanted to play a encore and crowd surf, though I voted against it as the people giving the "standing ovation" already had their coats on and were heading for the door, so Peter might end up floor surfing instead.
We celebrated afterwards at Eatin' Park (which made me feel like I was in college again) before unloading everything again in the hotel room, and repeating the exciting sleeping arrangements of the night before.
Thank you Pittsburgh, hope to see you again soon!
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