Welcome to the Meg & Dia tour diary documenting their ongoing tour with Angels & Airwaves. Read part three below, revisit part one and part two. Click here to see the remaining tour dates.
Everyone told me the altitude changes experienced through constant travel must have caused my illness. Crew members and band members had all caught the "bug" at one point or another along this tour so far. It was my turn to dance the favorite waltz of tour with the most esteemed partner. Ladies and gentleman, I introduce: The flu. The Flu, being the tyrant he is, demanded full use of my faculties two days ago. The inconsiderate louse wasn’t even kind enough to ask permission that he might invade my immune system while I was enjoying the most important tour of my band to date! I bundled up the best I could the night I fell ill, sticking my frozen toes next to the heater in the van and praying the engine would rush the heating process.
Drinking an exuberant amount of liquids and avoiding unnecessary physical activity became my top priorities. I’m also proud to add I even refrained from indulging in the Dunkin Donuts across the street from the venue we played at.
To no avail, the next morning I woke up to dizziness, nausea, no sense of taste or smell, and the worst part about it: I couldn’t talk! No back-up vocals for Meg and Dia and no more "smart-aleck" remarks to every line Dia says on stage in between songs. I don’t even get to give my sister a hard time on stage today?! What’s left to live for?!
Begrudgingly, I entered the venue on the next day with only head-nods and thumbs-up and thumbs-down signs as means of communication. I straggled along behind Dia most of the time so that she might be my interpreter just in case I might come across anyone needing anything other then a "yes" or "no" answer from me. Thank goodness, between her and I, we enjoy the benefits of powers of sisterly ESP and there’s really no need to actually talk when I need to communicate anything with her. Everyone on tour, sensing my surprising silence, asked me what was wrong. Dia told them.
I vacated the venue for not more than two hours, when upon my reentry I was bombarded with generosity. Crew guys offered me gifts of nasal congestion spray, claritin, and sudafed. Tour managers gave me sliced lemon, and herbal tea. One lumbering loader wagged an indignant pointer finger at me and managed to manually adjust the zipper of my winter coat while huffing in a concerned fatherly tone, "Not in this weather. You’re sick!" Dia took my shoes off when I passed out, exhausted, on the green room couch.
Jonathan, our bass player, brought me cough medicine. Constantly, the state of my health was inquired. Concern was delivered. I almost wanted to burst into tears out of stupefied gratitude.
The thing that people don’t understand about tour is: We’ve all been doing this for awhile (some longer than others) but we all understand that our time spent with each other will be brief and we all want to make it memorable and enjoy it. When you are on tour, you become family. And I love my family on the Angels tour!
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