Bridgetown Records #101 - 107 coming soon, hope y’all didn’t think I was sleeping or something
I’m excited to present two shows in Southern California for Julie Byrne this March. She’s a good pal, amazing songwriter and among the most captivating musicians I’ve seen live. Seeing her perform in candlelight at my friend Dan’s third floor Chicago apartment, fill the cavernous chamber of Human Resources in Los Angeles and finding old postcards she sent to buddies in Buffalo after hearing her first tape on Teen River are all great memories. I’m grateful for the opportunity to book these shows at two of my favorite spaces here. Hopefully you can come see a piece of music/video I’ve rarely shared in LA, and witness a performance from a hard working friend.
THIS IS LIFE SO YEAH
SOMETHING WILL GO WRONG
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Family Time Records and I are putting on a tape swap at Blood Orange Info Shop featuring performances from my touring friends Gossimer and Autococoon from Oakland and Seattle. I’m really excited to have them on this show at one of the best spaces in California. I was just at a show there a week ago and the energy and enthusiasm was really amazing.
Thank you so much to everyone who was a part of this past tour in any way. There really are no words for what happened over the past five months. How do you explain the greatest time of your life when asked as a mere formality?
How does a sentence capture the feeling of playing a show nearly every night in such varied circumstances, or making best friends with people you may never meet again, or the joy of discovering deep humor in everything, or the infinite nuances that make each day so different and so similar to those before it?
I’m grateful that this tour happened exactly as it did, that I could travel with my great friends Jack, Spencer, Bryce, Alex, Luke and Jenny, that the maze of logistics and planning more or less worked out as intended, that so many folks helped out with opportunities to perform, transportation, food, equipment and places to sleep. It’s hard to believe that by abstracting things I can’t word into music, people out there understand it in some way and want to help. Mostly, I’m grateful that I’m able to do this at all, to see America from a perspective that few know exists, and to be aware that this isn’t some grand undertaking I did on my own. It’s not just my tour when it’s something that is only possible with help from hundreds, maybe thousands of people who each contribute in their own way with their presence. Thank you to all of you, even the folks that weren’t physically present. I’ll see you again.
My newest release is a song titled “Probably Tomorrow” on a 4-way split 7” with Reighnbeau, Torn Humorist and Light Light that can now be ordered from Family Time Records. This might be the most upbeat and optimistic piece I’ve released and is more appropriate for me now than ever. The three other tracks on this record are truly amazing, and are my favorite songs by longtime friends that are continually pushing what they’re doing with each release.
It’s pretty clear I will never be finishing the blog from the 2012 U.S. tour, didn’t even make it halfway through the 82 entries attempted. Trying to do an entry for each day is just way too time consuming and difficult when I’ve been on the road several times since and there’s so much to do that’s much more necessary.
So here is a much more reasonable and feasible attempt at doing a tour blog. It’s probably going to lack structure and have huge gaps. And a lot of stuff won’t be covered because most is sort of mundane.
Two full months have passed since the first show of this U.S. tour and it really feels like things haven’t even started yet. Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I’ve only been playing one show every two days on average since leaving up to this point. Strings of shows are divided by frequent or extended breaks. Lulls are hardly vacation though, and are usually packed with errands or contingencies. The pace of travel has been slow and vaguely circular, with repeated visits to various places that find me with increasingly less to do on each return. More intense days have had me waking up early, criss-crossing the length of Chicago to visit museums, window shop, find food, meet strangers, go to the beach, wait for buses, pop in to shows and sleep on trains at 2 AM. Other days I’ve done nothing but read on a farm miles from cellular reception or other humans, battling a cold with a bag of oranges and granola bars. And then there are the days I play a show, which resemble the predictably structured, inflexible routine of normalcy far more than the rest.
In three days, the pace quickens and routine will take hold. I play every night for the next 3 months except for less than a week’s worth of carefully chosen nights off, and the inevitable show that is canceled or doesn’t come together every once in a while. It’s a drastic shift from lazing about on Lake Superior or in woodlands with no responsibility but to eat and sleep at some point.
All minor nuisances aside, they’re far more desirable and tolerable than those that would plague a life of working in an office, in fast food, in retail or behind a phone. They really are nothing in comparison to the amazing people that I’ll meet, reunite with, play for, and see perform.
I’m so happy to be able to do this. That after years of releasing music for my friends and playing across the country, I’m able to subsist mostly by playing shows that scarcely more than 5-15 people come to in places often skipped by my musical contemporaries. That I’m able to truly see the parts of the country that America forgot, to see it all instead of rush over those important facets and corners in a hurry to get between the big cities that cast a shadow over them. It amazes me to no end that someone like me is able to do this with virtually no money, skills or fanbase and I’m super thankful for how it’s all worked out and that it gets better every time. This isn’t just a vacation or joyride though, it’s a way of life and it’s hard to imagine living any other way.