My stomach is always a bit queasy.
I barely eat. Yes, I still get nervous.
Breathe. Focus….
Drums, guitars… Rock&Roll.
The rest kinda falls into place.
It’s all about the energy. Whatever I’m getting from the audience consumes me. If it’s an intimate setting and I feel like I’m really connecting, I can feel that. (I’ve almost cried before during “Calling All Cars” and “Heaven”.)
If it’s a rockin crowd and a biggier venue, I’m totally propelled. I feel like I can fly. Boston was like that… So was Baltimore.
Sometimes it’s hard to breathe. the best is when I don’t have to think at all…
Every step feels like it’s choreographed by someone else.
I hate the banter in between songs. I hate having to think about it at all. But when the show’s good – I don’t.
I prefer strangers to friends.
Watching people’s faces…
Looking into their eyes…
Watching them sing along…moving, feeling.
That’s the best.
