I have loved music all my life. It’s an attraction that I have never fully been able to put into words. I forget to eat sometimes but I’ve never forgotten about music. For me, music blurs the lines between the natural and the supernatural. I find true miracles in most of my favorite songs. Maybe it’s a conflict of interest to mix business with therapy. Or maybe music is the quickest way under my skin.
Whatever metaphor you want to use, a good song is one of the most transcendent vehicles I could hope to ride in and I’m pretty sure I would still be playing these tunes even if there were no one around to hear them.
Perhaps that knowledge is what makes me so thankful for people who want to hear our music. What a gift to be able to share these songs with people who might treasure music the way I do. Certainly, the thought of being a part of the musical journey of others is an honor. So thank you for listening to our tunes, thanks for singing along.
So indeed, much to be thankful for. We are on tour and today was the first date. And as far as first dates are concerned it went really well. The nervous tension that plagues first dates of all varieties was swept away by the first few songs.
Oh Bakersfield! Played a few older songs that we haven’t played in a while: only hope and learning to breathe. They feel really great to play. Like old friends. We also played a couple brand new tunes that we’ve never played before. Two of my favorite songs: “
Dirty Second Hands” and “My American Dream.” So fun to play! These songs are certainly my favorite moments in the set, pushing things forward…
So as I type this as the local hands pack up the lights, the bus driver gets ready to roll and we pack our things for the next stop.
The Roxy in LA. Some of my favorite moments in Los Angeles have happened at the Roxy. I’m excited to play. There it is. The bus just started her engines. I’m out!
