Yesterday was a whole lot of driving across West Texas.
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trying to give you an idea of how exciting that is…
Had PBJ sandwich for dinner, and rolled into Las Cruces to sleep.
Today, it’s on to Tucson, AZ!
Last Friday – whilst in Chicago – we rolled by Fearless Radio and their gorgeous studio space. Damn. This is how radio was meant to be, peoples.
You can listen to the entire interview and performance by clicking on this link that I have linked to with this link. Here’s a photo from the studio space. Doesn’t really do it justice, but hopefully you can imagine your way into a big, airy, window-filled, 3rd story (4th?) old Packard building in Chicago.
Woke up on day 4 in a 3 star hotel in Memphis. Thank you Priceline and Gramblers’ manager Scotty! The shower parade is just now beginning, and I’m next or 2nd next in line. The continental breakfast was lovely, and it set up a solid foundation for the mountain of Barbecue that we’re all about to attack and conquer this afternoon. I’ve been thinking about brisket since I got on the airplane for Chicago.
Yesterday marked another first for the van, courtesy of our 8-string-ed wonder from Santa Cruz. We ran out of gasoline. Not sure how to conduct a formal and solemn apology ceremony for a van yet, but we’ll certainly have it worked out soon. Here’s a tip to all of you at home: gas gauges made in 1988 have to be oberved manually. No fandagled computer gunna tell you when to get gas. Write that down in the little ‘Things I Learned From The Brothers Comatose Being on Tour’ journal that I know you are keeping.
I’m also on a shoe finding mission. After leaving a pair somewhere in the Carolinas on our May Tour, I’ve been sliding by with a the “only-use-in-emergency-situations” pairs of shoes that I somehow kept in my closet instead of mercifully throwing away. A late night walk home in the rain in Columbia, MO (with a few missteps into some extrememly lush, deep, and impressive mud-lawns) killed the pair I brought for tour.
Perhaps we see Graceland today? Perhaps we don’t. Only one thing is certain: Barbeque.
Here’s a brief update folks – got to Chicago Friday, partied with the Morrison clan (love all you Chicagoans!), last night was Columbia, MO, and tonight was Memphis, TN. The top left photo above is us, out of gas on the side of the road. Top right – the sunset – thanks to Arkansas, for that. Bottom left, Ryan making amends. Bottom right, Hi-Tone cafe in Memphis – I thought Ben and Alex looked like carnival barkers a little bit at the merch table. Maybe it’s Ben’s hat? Nicki Bluhm and The Gramblers are awesome every night, and damn fine people to tour with. They’re the ones that saved our out-of-gas asses. Tomorrow we start to head West.
As I type this, somewhere, at least one time zone away, far across the arid deserts of Nevada and Utah, making their slow, trundling way across Interstate-80, 3/5 of The Brothers Comatose are piloting The Van to Chicago.
I don’t know where they are right now because ever since they loaded that big, shaggy, red lovely up with Lagunitas, they’ve been very hard to get a hold of, and even harder to understand when gotten a hold of.
Myself and fiddle will be flying out to meet them on Thursday night, and the first show will be Friday night. We all could have gone together, but the beer took up two of the 5 seats, and we drew the shortest straws.
We’ll post more as things develop. Let’s wish those fellows safe and happy travels. Let’s hope there’s some beer left by Friday.
In October we head out for a few weeks with Nicki Bluhm and the Gramblers, and we are stoke-ed. Aside from their being wonderful people in general, killer musicians, and a big white van full of good times, we also have the benefit of touring with the singer who makes our Morning Time duet possible: Ms. Nicki Bluhm herself. So – in anticipation of the tour beginning next week, we offer you this new video. Enjoy: