broke in santa fe, and the strings are still tuning
it's one of those low hums in the air that makes your teeth vibrate. 6 degrees and feel-like-4, with the sun peeking through that stubborn cloud cover like it can't decide if it wants to stay or leave. i checked the weather app seven times this morning. no luck. tried to vulcan-temple the clouds into sunshine but failed. again.
this space? think of it as the backstage of santa fe. not the pretty square footage with the adobe walls and the dreamy turquoise accents. this is the cracked thermostat front desk, the coffee that tastes like it survived generations of tourists complaining about service. the hotel room se yielded at 1am when the radiator decided it wanted to play «herz السلاح» with the icy floor tiles. hey hey.
i heard that someone tried to book a flat here last week and got ghosted by the front desk who swore the 'free coffee' sign expired in 2020. not me though. i found a dump at the edge of town-TripAdvisor rates it 2.5 stars but the manager swears it's 2023 now. maybe they're right?
so here's the chaos: i'm a touring musician trying to sanity-check a soundcheck gig at Rod's New Mexico Diner. the venue says 'vibe first' but their wifi is slower than a drawl. 3 o'clock in the morning and i'm still tweaking my guitar strap setup because the room feels like a black hole for everything human. been scrolling through the local tourism board site trying to find a backup stage in case Rod's turns into a disaster. mostly just getting stuck on that @DarnPatchYouTube video of Santa Fe at night. so blue. so lonely.
if you're here and need humans, Albuquerque and Santa Fe are just a 30-minute drive away. though honestly? the road between them is just long enough to make you question all life choices. maybe pull over and text your mama?
side note: if you get bored, check out the reviews for that green and brown mountain. someone said the trails are 'spiritual but not vibe-ruining,' which i think is the best review i've ever read. also, a hot air balloon festival this week-turns out the ones in the pics are liars. real ones just chug like they're angry about the altitude.
tl;dr: santa fe feels like a dream that forgot to wear shoes. woke up here and my amp's humming like it's possessed. we'll figure it out. maybe after a triple-shot espresso and a DM to Yelp about this hotel's ghost acoustics.
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