Tag

It’s hot today in Chicago, the kind of hot that saps all energy, frazzles every nerve, and leaves you a sweaty heap of unmotivated blubber.

But various children of various Goo Goo Dolls are playing tag on deck, “missing” posters of favorite tour personnel (likely the ones with candy) scribbled in blue crayon and taped, with the help of Train’s production coordinator, throughout the maze of backstage corridors. 

It’s easy feeling like this business strands you on some barnacled hunk of nowhere, messages from the mainland dancing across turbulent waters, tantalizing, before redirecting into the depths.

But I’m tagged “it” on my way to stage, and it’s wonderful. There’s a life to be lived out here, filled with family and laughter and lessons learned from both.