It's 9:59 am and I am in the first bucket seat in Vanessa. Luke is sleeping in the seat behind me, while merch girl Amanda blows smoke from her morning cigarette out the window to my right. We have been in this van for the better part of the last 28 hours...
Read MoreI just spent the last week boxing up things I have not used in the last six months or more into cardboard beer boxes and criss-crossed the same stretch of 1.7 mile road more times than I can count to drop off this treasure at the local thriftshop.
For the last five years, I have been tucking away my nickel and dimes on my meager musician salary of “two drink tickets and half off a meal”...
Read MoreI went to animal jail today, I mean, I went to the zoo today. But that's not really what I wanted to talk about. What I really wanted to talk about was this. I don't know if I'm likable. Seriously... I have proof. See, I have this horrible thing I do. I know when its going to happen.
Read MoreSo, I got one of those elf things. You know. The one that goes on the shelf. Even though, I've yet to put one on a shelf. So far, he's been on a banana, hanging from a window, and above Luke's bed. (Luke seemed a little afraid of him).
So why did I buy this elf? What am I trying to prove?
Read MoreTuesday, November 1st, 2016
10:00 PM - I'm hanging out in front of the computer, listening to a Playlist on Spotify I named "Summer 2014" when I get an email asking if we could jump on a bill on Thursday evening at Thunder Road. I've wanted to play here since it's opened. The Lonesome has been without a home since TT the Bears closed.
Let's flashback to 2004 for a moment. I was living in a cramped apartment full of mismatched furniture and scattered guitar cases with Luke and our mother. I was halfway through university, where I was not studying how to be a songwriter, (like I wanted to), but instead how to play music I was uninspired by, by uninspired teachers.
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I woke up this morning and the world was not the way I left it; or at least the way I thought I did. I was more overweight than yesterday, my beard looked worse and my songs were falling flatter than a Florida road.
Why does everything I do turn bad?
