Daytrotter : News
One month ago on Monday, August 11th, Ross and I traveled to Rock Island, Illinois to record a Daytrotter.com session. That was the apex of the tour. It took me a year and a new record to finally get it booked. It was as important to me as the hometown cd-release show but just in different ways. And it's finally up! Go find it at Daytrotter.com.
I spent most of Tuesday this week when it was released being giddy about being illustrated, as you can tell. There is definitely a large 'fanboy' part of my brain that kicks into overdrive in certain exciting moments like this one. Here Daytrotter is singling me out. DAYTROTTER is. It was an extremely proud moment just to record one, now Daytrotter is telling everybody to go listen to it. Gahhhhh! Some people who know me really well have been around when this happens. I squeal a lot. I turn into a child and the elation makes me squeal for 15 minutes and shake my fists. It's so fun, and I cannot control it!
We recorded 'Pro-War', 'Gold Dust', 'Chasing After You', and 'The Storm'. It was like being in a museum. Walls are lined with posters of bands who've played there before. Some of whom I know or have played with. The signed Andrew WK poster with blood all over his face? next to the Gregory Alan Isakov Boulder Theater poster was humorous. Those Darlins, Kopecky Family Band, and Nathaniel Raetliff I think were all there, too. Many others. Thoughts like 'who has sat on that couch?...Everybody!' and 'who has plugged into my DI?...Everybody!!!' are everywhere you turn.
Oct 5 I'll be in O'Fallon, Illinois playing an event in a park for the Rochman family and their friends. Cure Tay Sachs, indeed! If you'd like info message me.
November looks like a return trip to Bloomington, Indiana. I'll announce things as they get solid. Where is Louisville? Anyone reading this know of a place not named Zanzabar that a songwriter could play at? Same question I pose to Indianapolis.
And it's September 11th, today. I was listening to Howard Stern 13 years ago on my drive to an amazing early morning US History class at a community college in St. Louis. I was in class when everything happened and it was one of those 2+ hour classes, it seemed like. So I was in a philosophy of logic class when the dude with dreads in a bandana was mentioning planes into buildings to people. First I'd heard of it. Most of us including me didn't really know what to make of it. The teacher was a Middle-Eastern woman and she clearly and visibly knew what the implications were and meant. She looked shook all class and I figured out why afterwards. Found a television after that long class and it was an empty campus. I don't know why I can't remember this but I don't know if I saw one or both of the towers collapse. Maybe neither. I've seen them collapse a hundred times in replay but don't know if I saw that happen in real-time. Was also odd driving home thinking there weren't really airplanes in the skies right now at all. The rest of the day was odd and tragic and surreal, of course. And sunny. The sun would not quit. Then I had to wait tables. I wish we had had enough sense to close that night. God bless us all.