Nashville, TN home of the Titans

The last two shows in Columbia, SC and Nashville, TN were amazing. The crowd really made it memorable, bringing their game faces and Christmas cheer. I've had some recent issues arise which I would like to share; the first was pretty much my fault, the second wasn't and the third was a bit of both. Aparently bad things happen in threes.
The first:
I'm going to get right to it, I smashed my face with as much force as humanly possible (for me) into the rim of Tim's brand new bass drum. Luckily the drum was alright. I was facing the drums on stage rght with my left foot perched on the drum riser giving me the all too familiar comfort of the power stance. I had been getting agitated by one of my cables cutting in and out, in an attempt to release some of the bitterness I jumped back a bit not noticing Trev standing next to me. I bumped into him, not too hard, but enough to lose my balance. In an effort to regain equilibrium I went for the all to familiar stance with my foot on the drum riser again, except this time I was much closer to the drums and put my foot on his drum rug. I went to shift all of my my weight to my left foot (on the drum riser) and climb up staying on the beat with a casual head-bang. The head-bang, which has treated me so well over the years was my downfall, the same way Santanio Holmes' hands were the downfall of the Jets on Sunday but I'll get to that later. As my body climbed to the same altitude as Tim's nest his rug slipped on me and I laid one of the most serious head-bangs of my life straight into the rim of Tim's decadent new kick drum. I crumbled much like Sonny Liston did in the first minute of the first round in 1965 against Mohamed Ali. Luckily I didn't knock myself out. After the freight train of hurt was laid on my face I caught myself and continued playing...shows gotta go on of course. I was super out of it finishing up "Across The Ocean" and "Escape" and I think the blood gave me a little more character. I would now like to take this time to apologize for bleeding all over Skate High's (VA) stage..................now back to business. I got some ice and had my lovely little tour manager Mr. Don Henson run out and grab me butterfly bandages, liquid bandage, and super glue. I didn't end up making it to the super glue but the the other two saved me. Its been about three days and the cut on the bridge of my nose is nicely scabbing, the laceration at the bottom of my right eyebrow is sealed and ready to turn into a minor scar, the area around my eyes is now a shade of greenish-yellow flowing abstractly with a few shades of purple dabbled in here and there. Guess I'll always remember that one.
The second:
I've had some bad luck with my head recently. It'll stop working sometimes while I'm playing or even just turning it on and the green light will start to change between green and a red. I suppose it is Christmas time and this is the Twelve Days of Christmas Tour and its festive but still, come on! It crapped out on me mid set in North Carolina, the day after I landed a hay-maker of epic proportions with my head on a drum set. Luckily im on tour with my good friend Lucas from Oh Sleeper and he had my back.
The Third:
Mr Henson let me know that bad things come in threes so I should watch out, naturally I just start thinking about what could go wrong. Then I look down at my phone which is running my favorite fantasy football app and think to myself, wow, I could probably lose my playoff game which I am currently winning by 17 if Joe Flacco does work against a lack-luster Texans pass defense and Adrian Peterson decides to put up a rare but possible dismal game. Well as you can imagine, it happened. I'm sure most of you couldn't care less but if you do then you know how much fun, pride, and respect is on the line in fantasy football with your friends. Which leads me back to Santonio Holmes. Ahh yes MR HOLMES, I love the guy, he catches three game winning touchdowns in as many weeks, he looks great out there in a strictly platonic way, hes amazing....until Sunday. If he had caught a wide open ball in the end zone for a 17 yard touchdown I would have beaten a formidable foe by around 8 points. Instead I'm out. Routed by 4 points and left for dead in a match up determining 5th and 6th place. Woof. There are definitely more situational outcomes that could have happened but I like to dwell on the one that is the most "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" So I will blame that drop, straight through his arms and landing on the turf like someones glass-made dream being dropped from a 4 story window onto frozen white pavement. I am still a little bitter...but I love fantasy football and thinking about waiting another year for it to start again is certainly not the bees knees.

Yours Truly,
Woody