Well, Richmond Elementary had it’s last day of classes today. It’s kind of both scary, sad, and exciting when that happens, for both the teachers and the students, because yeah, you’re getting out for the summer (!), but you’re also turning a page…you’re never going to see the same group of kids in the same capacity ever again, and…well, what the hell are you gonna do now?! We had a talent show with the preschoolers and kindergarteners - the talents were things like “running”, “hopping”, “fake sleeping”, “burping”, and “light saber fighting”, and each of the talents were accompanied by one of the teachers playing a piano jingle while the kids hopped around on stage. One of the boys came up to me at the end of the day with cardboard wings on, lipstick all over his face, and started yelling “ROB!!! I AM CAT BAT PRINCESS! I AM CAT BAT PRINCESS!!!!” while flapping his wings. He then turned around and ran out the front doors of the school, no longer a student, but rather a deranged creature of the summer night.
On the evening prior to our 8th national tour, I keep thinking about Cat Bat Princess - wings flapping against all odds, lipstick defiantly smeared all over his face. This tour is sort of bittersweet - it’ll be the last one for a while. Kevin’s moving to New Orleans for a year, I’m going off to grad school to get my teacher’s license, and while we’ll continue doing the Taxpayers, there’ll be less tours for the next 2 years or so. We’re so incredibly lucky to have discovered DIY music, and to have made all the incredible friends all across the damn country that we have, that I’m not even all that sad about it, just excited to become another deranged creature of the summer night. Like Cat Bat Princess.
I’m searching for the lipstick as we speak.
CAT BAT PRINCESS TOUR
(subtitled: Punk’s Not Dead, It’s Locked in my Basement Eating Fish Heads Tour)
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