Daren Sirbough

I just woke up, where am I stories

1. Woke up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, alone, in the north of Brisbane. The rest of the band is flying to the next show while I need to figure out how to get back to Sydney to work for a couple of days. The air so fresh you can smell it. Looking out I am surrounded by the wide open space in which I feel so small yet so at home.
2. Another night I wake up to the sound of Passion pit to get us all up out of bed after having quite a late night partying with some bands and fans in Adelaide. My blanket reeks of unwashed hospitality yet it was the only thing that would keep me warm that night. I’ve had 2 hours sleep and need to get up to catch this flight. All sense of comfort today is lost. I am tired, haven’t washed the paint off my face from the night before, sweaty from dancing and need a shower and to brush my teeth so that I can feel somewhat normal today. I officially feel like a sardine in a can with no freedom. The only difference is that I want to be on this ride.
3. This night I wake up on a comfortable floor in Perth (yes the floor is now comfortable). One thing I have now learned is how to sleep anywhere. What I would give for my bed. I need some time to myself. There is no time for ‘me’ time. Better suck it up for another week.
4. Did I just wake up in a youth hostel and call it ‘luxurious’? Yes I did. The view of the eastern coastline is beautiful in Dunsborough Perth. It’s a bit of a shame that the sharks are out, otherwise it would’ve been nice to have gone for a swim.

Every night I ask myself why I didn’t bring my own pillow.

Parte 3 coming soon