Hello world of Rebuilt. Al here bloging in from Miami.The Prince of Freshness (Sir Will Smith) wasn’t lying about this city…the heat is truly on. It’s been in the 80’s all week with air as thick as a blanket. You may be asking yourself, “What on earth is Al doing in Miami?” Well…not many people realize I have a very deep-rooted passion for all things salsa, the tasty dip and fiery dance, so when my good friend and friend of Rebuilt Sean McConnell called and asked if I would join him on a week long tour of this of the Miami area (Mecca for all salsa lovers) I couldn’t help but jump aboard. We have been down here playing shows at various colleges around the Miami area. I’ve never experienced life on the road before, but this experience has truly given me an appreciation for those who do this months at a time. There is something a bit strange about sleeping in a different bed every night and not going “home” at the end of the day.
I guess I’ll let you know what we’ve been up to. Sean and I left the Atlanta area Monday morning and drove all day and night to the first destination: Lakeworth, FL. The following day, Sean played about a sixty minute set and we were off to the ‘heated city.’ Sean’s second show (say that five times fast) of the day was smack dab in the middle of Miami at Miami-Dade Community College. After another sixty minute set, we headed back to the hotel to rest up for the next day.
Sean and I woke up the following morning, enjoyed the complementary continental breakfast (thank you Best Western), and headed south for Sean’s only show of the day. (It was during this journey I discovered that Miami is not only the capital of salsa, it is also home of the World Chess Hall of Fame and Museum. I now believe there is a hall of fame for any and everything.) After the show, we headed up Interstate 95 to Boca Raton, Fl. aka The Land of the Retired. I am now sitting in my swanky free hotel room (thank you Lynn University) writing these words for you. Sean and I have big plans for tonight. I think we’re going to join the locals for a 4 0’clock dinner than hit up the local bingo parlor. Maybe I’ll win a free lunch at the Piccadilly Cafeteria down the street. My fingers are crossed
-Al
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