You know you’re reaching the end of a tour when you leave your hotel room, get on the elevator, push the button of your own floor instead of the lobby, and then stand there like a dope for about 45 seconds before you realize you’re not moving.

This is what touring can do to a human brain; chisel away at it until you forget to tie your shoes in the morning and nearly brush your teeth with sunscreen.

But it’s been a blast, and Lisbon was the final European stop of this summer tour.

When you tour Europe in the summer, you tend to play a lot of the same cities, same festivals, and even the same venues as other American bands that are over here.

It doesn’t only happen in Europe, but it’s certainly more common to find yourself just a day or two in front of or behind another band you know.

For us this summer it’s been Pearl Jam and Queens Of The Stone Age.

Both of those bands have played several of the same festivals as us, and they’ve both hit a bunch of the same cities.

Occasionally you luck out and play on the same day, which is what happened at the NOS Alive Festival in Lisbon, Portugal.  

Pearl Jam headlined the night, so we knew we’d get a chance to see some old friends (and my brother, who is a PJ lifer).

It’s been a while since I’ve seen some of those guys and even longer since I’ve seen Eddie Vedder.

Our dressing room was directly next to Jack White’s, so when I saw Ed in our neck of the woods visiting with Jack, I patiently waited for a break in the conversation and then dove in and gave him a big hug.

We chatted for a bit and at one point he said that I looked good.

There is absolutely no reason for me to write any of this other than to shamelessly name drop while simultaneously pointing out that Eddie Vedder believes me to be an attractive gentleman.

I returned the compliment, and after a few more minutes of recognizing our mutual handsomeness and chatting, he went on his way.

Much like your heroes in Alice In Chains, the members of Pearl Jam are good guys, and despite the fact that they have gigantic frowning security guards around them, they aren’t afraid to embrace another grown man from Seattle in a squishy love hug.

Mike McCready and I also shared a manly embrace before he stole Sean & Jerry and took them to his dressing room where he interviewed them for Pearl Jam’s channel on Sirius/XM.

Our final European festival of 2018 was filled with great music, good friends, multiple hugs, Jack White playing foosball in the dressing room compound, and Sean & Larry! taking pictures together in the festival photo booth.

It doesn’t get much better than that.