Before we get too far away from 2017, we want to share a little playlist of tunes from all the great artists we met and played with during our musical adventures in 2017. Give it a listen, there is a ton of really great independent music here.
We would be lying if we said we didn’t leave a tear or two in Fremont, NE yesterday. With 36 shows and over 10,000 miles under our belts, we packed the car for the last time on this tour and pointed our wheels toward Boulder.
It's been a whirlwind of a month out here on the road, so we thought we'd check in briefly to let you know that we're safe and having a killer time.
We're proud to let the music do the talking for this one.
And now we wait. And soon we will celebrate this album and the collaboration it took to create it.
There are going to be moments in the session that are emotional and very challenging.
That’s the thought that gets me. That’s the fear. The Nothing. (Seriously, The Neverending Story ruined me when I was a kid).
Back to the animal spirits… Justin read my cards the other night after a long day of work and a couple glasses of wine.
So sing me a song and I'll come out to listen. The well may be close to empty, but I am encouraged to fill it.
I think his name is Bernsie. He has a big thick beard and is humming loudly to himself as he slams his fingers onto the piano keys. He takes a big gulp of beer and says, "Let's play something."
<<INSERT POUTY FACE AND CROSSED ARMS HERE>>
"See, a lot of cats don’t work on their rhythm enough, and if you don’t have rhythm, you might as well take up needlepoint or something. I can’t stress it enough. The next thing is pitch. That’s universal. You’re either in tune or you ain’t. When you get these things down, then you can learn how to solo.” Prince, Guitar Player 2004.
Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Like the static that blares before a radar cuts out to oblivion the word escapes from my lips, “fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck.”
My social circle just happened to include an incredibly disproportionate amount of trust fund kids.
I said, "I am so annoyed with you tonight." He said, "Why don't you go blog about it?" My family is going to read this, so I'm not going to blog my response.
Fortunately for me, no matter how hard I kick and scream my bandmate (and wife) has a pretty incredible way of not allowing me to give up.