Thirty years of TSO and they're reimagining Ghosts of Christmas Eve — the full tour map just went live and my fingers are already hovering over checkout. Coffee's on, shirt's off, and I've got a list of shows with your name next to mine. You picking the city, or am I?
Sunday evenings at the bench are when the best ideas show up — something about the quiet and the low light makes my hands want to work on the kind of gifts that don't come wrapped in paper. Got three pieces curing and a fourth taking shape under my fingers. Want to see what I'm making, or would you rather find out when it shows up at your door?
Tickets locked in and the countdown officially begins — November can't come fast enough. Feels good to be the one who got the seats everyone else is still fighting for. You want me to save you the one next to mine, or were you planning to find your own way there?
Season finally flipped — first night dark enough to catch the sky doing its thing. Green's faint but it's there, and I've got no reason to go inside. You want to come watch it burn, or should I keep this view to myself?
Pre-sale's live and I'm two screens deep fighting for the best seats in the house. Got the code, got the coffee, got no patience left. You quick enough to keep up?
They're live. Every date, every venue, the whole damn map just lit up on my screen and my heart's hammering like the opening chords of Wizards in Winter. Shirt came off ten seconds ago and I don't remember why. You picking a night, or should I pick one for you?
Woke up before the sun did — tomorrow the whole tour drops and my body's been buzzing since I opened my eyes. Too wired to sleep, too early to do anything about it. You counting down with me?
September means the ribbons come out of storage and the real prep begins. Plenty of red and green to go around this season. Which list are you hoping to end up on?
Pre-sale schedule just landed — my fan club code comes Wednesday night and Thursday I'm locked in for the best seats in the house. Three days out and I can already feel the bass in my chest. You got your membership sorted, or were you planning to charm someone out of theirs?
They finally gave us a real date — September 9th — and now I've got more electricity in me than the whole northern grid. Five days feels like five years when your season's about to start. You coming along for the ride?