It's funny, when I moved to LA 11 years ago, the last place I wanted to go was home. 11 years later, I couldn't wait to step back on the stage where it all began for me—Canal Street. As I arrived from LA with my highway companion, six hours before showtime, my guts were in knots. Not since High School, (the last time I played in Dayton) had I felt nervous about performing. Now, this feeling could have partially been due to the three hours of sleep I had the night before, or, the tequila shots I sucked down on a Beverly Hills, hotel, rooftop prior to that three hours of sleep. Regardless, I wanted to puke.
As I walked out from the backstage doors I quickly realized, "Shit, I know everyone here." I had just played in the U.K. a month earlier in front of drunk Irishmen that I'd never met before without flinching but I now found myself wanting to chicken out of playing in front of my own Mom! I did the show, screamed my ass off, drank way to much, and passed out in my old room. It was perfect.
Thank you to everyone that came out: old High School friends, family, old High School enemies, everyone. I appreciate all your kind words and I look forward to seeing you all again in three weeks when I'm back in Dayton while on my Midwest, summer tour.
Patrick
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