By Meg Castellanos Aguilar
Hi, Meg! How’s things? You in town?
That was the text I got from my friend Trana after a full day of giving massages, my “day” job. I hadn’t heard from her in a while.
Hi, good! How are you? I’m in town.
Next text: There’s a tour leaving next week.
Pause … Call my ex if you’re interested in playing with Tool! Tell them I sent ya.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I called Pete, Trana’s ex and Tool’s manager, right away. He told me Tool was leaving on tour in a week, then asked: Could All Souls do it? There were two other bands being considered, so I rushed to call my bandmates.
