Day 1

Uncategorized | February 13th, 2014

“Most the time it feels like I’m cheating on my art with my family.” – Vern White´╗┐

No truer words have ever been spoken. It’s difficult to explain to people how to balance the things you’re passionate about with the obligations you’ve grown to love. I am never as whole as I am when I’m on the road, I just happened to fall in love some where along the way. Who I am out here is one of the biggest pieces that I am and I’ll never be able to share that with the man I love. We all have our choices, I don’t lose a whole lot of sleep over mine, it just is what it is.

From the moment my plane touched down in Atlanta, I felt at peace in my spirit. I froze, spending almost 2 hours waiting in the cold for a late shuttle, slept as the shuttle winded and twisted for 2 hours into Alabama, waiting another hour for my ride to show up, and got excited when I saw Bob and Joe pull up in the van. I eagerly grabbed the near 200 lbs of shit I’d lugged with me from Tacoma(90% all merch for Bob) and hopped in the van with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I’m home.

It’s been 5 months since tour season ended last year, and this feels good. Even though I’m not playing, it’s still the circus life; adventure at every turn, company who shares a love for the road, and a big unknown we’re all willing to greet. We’re riding in a 17 passenger van that gets about 9 miles to the gallon, pulling behind us a big ass camper trailer Bob bought 3-4 days before we left and gutted to build bunks for everyone. We’re flying by the seat of our pants, not much for breaks, and we’ll take what comes head on. The camper trailer gets mods as we go, I share my bunk with a bucket that keeps the leak in the roof from soaking me as I sleep, and I couldn’t be happier.

Nobodies bitching, I’ve gotten more sleep in the last 2 days then I have the last 2 months, and I’m eager to see if we’ll make it to Asheville tomorrow, or if the coming storm will block our path. Feels like a good crew, feels like good times are here and ahead. I need this the way I need air to breathe, and I don’t expect anyone to understand but those who are out “there” with us, living it and loving it themselves.

Tour season is here, and I’m already settled in and comfy.

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