When we last encountered our heroine, she was sleeping with squirrels and other wildlife, Oh what dreams they must have been!
Answers to this and the latest adventures unfolds before us in her latest update from the road.
May 12th 2012
Town: Scranton, ND
Venue: Buffalo Creek Saloon
There are times when it’s required to push through, even when you feel like you have nothing left to give. My voice is feeling very tired tonight and I slept horribly last night. It was my first night in a taxidermist’s home, so no wonder…city girl.
There is no time to rest before the gig, and I can barely get warmed up enough to sing a C above middle C without feeling like I will faint from all the air sneaking through my usually clear vocal tone. I drag myself from my little cabin (right behind the venue, thankfully) through the club’s back entrance and to the stage. After the first song, I want to faint. After the 2nd song, I am not sure I’ll survive three sets and 36 or so songs to sing. Pushing back waves of fear, I have a hundred thoughts going through my head – mostly negative. All the self doubt, getting pissed at myself for small missteps that contributed to me being so tired right now, getting pissed at other people (anyone I can blame for the shape I’m in). And then this is the one thought I have to hold onto. “Kirsten, you didn’t drive all this way and drag these guys here and ‘sleep’ in a bunk bed at the taxidermist’s house last night just to ‘suffer through’ this gig tonight. You came here to rock, and so did the people of North Dakota – cowboy hats and all! Find that source, listen to the lyrics you labored over, and for the next three hours, do what you came to do.”
Sitting back and watching my band play the Cissy Strut before I join them for our 3rd set. I am so privileged to work with these guys. When I’m on stage with these guys I feel fully supported, like falling back in one of those trust-building games. I can be 100% free with my own expression, and I can take chances every night because these guys have my back. We have grown together over time, and this instrumental segment tonight has afforded me a moment to revel in the talent I’m surrounded by. Dylan Wissing on Drums. David Patterson on Guitar. Erik Boyd on Bass. There is a certain stride we’ve hit tonight. Sitting back for a minute and being able to just listen to the band, pumping it out here in the plains of North Dakota in a real western honky-tonk, I feel very proud and honored. I dance!
Today I learned a lot about what’s going on in North Dakota. It’s an oil boom! It’s kinda crazy. Before the tour, I’d read a little bit about the effects of the boom, and tonight, on breaks and after the set, Erik and Jim (the club owner) and I talked and talked about real estate (his other fulltime business), oil findings, land prices, and T-Rex fossil discoveries. All of a sudden, some of the folks of ND who’ve struggled keeping farms going for years are hitting the lottery with land that has been in the family for years and which, now, is worth millions because of oil.
The three of us talk and talk, and share more and more Jameson as the evening progresses. Somewhere in my mind is a foggy recollection of Jim assuring me that all this money didn’t make any the good people of North Dakota “happier”. That is, unless they did something like the woman who pledged $6000/year to every town graduate who goes to college – thirty-five (or so) and counting.
==================End May 12th
to be continued . . .
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Until next time,
Love, Peace & Chicken Grease
photos: Dylan Wissing, Blues411