Sunday, December 1, 2013

Our fatigued and unsettling first night in Chicago

Welcome back AllOne Family!
It has been 8 months since returning from the tour, and a wild and busy 8 months it has been! I will keep you updated on current things now that I've revived the AllOne Network, but first, we must finalize the chronicles of the Little Piano, Big Mouth tour! So lets begin the story of the last five or six days of the trip!
When were we? ah, the night of february 28th! 
Where were we? On a frigid bus from Indianapolis to Chicago!

      We arrived quite late and took an odoriferous train to a venue called The Red Line Tap!
This was a small, dim lit bar with an eclectic and active open mic scene, we both performed which recieved generous responses, some people took stickers and bought CDs.  Someone suggested I have a style similar to Tim Minchin and suggested I look him up.  I know now that this was an odd comparison but a compliment.  Some of Alexa's school friends came to meet us, and they were very kind.  The night grew later and we grew more tired.  If you are ever in the area, definitely check out Red Line Tap for open mics, it was in an unassuming spot but it was a lot of fun and the people were nice!  I still get emails from them and it would seem they have events weekly.  Eventually we bid the venue and it's attendants and our new friends "fair well" and waited to get on the train.  After a twenty minute train ride on which a homeless man who bore an almost tangible odor of urine and feces begged for money from us, (a stranger-neighbor nearby conceded, simply to rid the car of his vulgar fragrance), we boarded a sketchy bus to our host's place about a half hour away at one in the morning.  

An Unsettling Bus Ride
        This bus ride was honestly the scariest part of the entire tour.  It was freezing cold in Chicago, and we were dead tired, it was around 1:00 am.  We were in a bad part of town on a public bus, two exhausted odd looking and innocent stupid tourist looking people with a briefcase, a toy piano, backpacks and luggage.  Everyone on the bus looked super angry.  I was sitting almost knee to knee with a guy who held a garbage bag tight, wearing a long necklace of colored and labeled vials full of liquid.  People would come over and a mumbled discussion would ensue regarding the contents of the vials, some recommendations would happen, sometimes the vial-peddler would uncap one and allow his potential patron to whiff its contents.  He'd reach into his bag and sell the person a vial.  I stubbornly and doggedly avoid eye contact with anyone.  A woman sitting several seats in front of us had an old and gray piece of meat in a bag and was trying to sell it.  She ranted on about the unfairness of the government and welfare.  Her frantic volume and fervor on my left, was eventually outdone by a man on his phone screaming enraged and emphatically about how he was going to "beat the shit out of some motherfuckers or kill them tonight"  the "N" word was thrown about a lot.  My exhaustion only lent to the surrealism of this seemingly endless freezing and alienating journey.  Finally, about 2am We were let off of the bus and walks a few blocks to our hosts, who we waited for outside their apartment building until they rode up and let us in.   

Disappointing Hosts
    If you've been following these records of our trip, you'll know that we'd had almost zero problems while Couchsurfing.  Everyone has been thoughtful, accommodating, generous, inspiring and sensitive to our needs.  A month into the trip, we had our first truly off putting experience, and, for you pessimists out there nodding while reading this, one might be surprised it didn't happen sooner.  I should say that our hosts were not malicious at all, just not fitting to be hosts to travelers seeking respect, privacy and comfort.  We were greeted by a group of college students in their early twenties.  We were led up a winding set of stairs of cumbersome stairs and no one asked either of us if we wanted assistance with our burdensome luggage. We were led into an apartment reminiscent of a cross between a crumbling old loft in New York and a college dorm room bachelor pad.  We were introduced to the four of them and thanked them for their hospitality.  Alexa and I were directed to couches we'd sleep on in a living room.  We were eager to sleep.  They talked loudly asking a lot of questions, bragging about having nearly been kicked out on numerous occasions because of the parties they threw where people were dozens of people were cramped into the space and  debauchery ensued.  Almost simultaneously two of them began smoking with the windows closed.  After several minutes of coughing, Alexa asked them to at least open a window.  Alexa and I attempted to get settled and dropped social cues that we were ready for bed.  Whether from aloofness or rudeness they ignored our subtleties and any manners of or matters of privacy and fired up a game console and put on some dubstep music blaring from the adjacent room.  They began playing a loud soccer game, chain smoking, drinking, talking and blasting music in the same room while we attempted to sleep for the next several hours.  Remembering one of my friends from the Cool Beanz era, Ariel, lived in the area, I sent her a text message immediately hoping to find lodging somewhere new for the next night of our stay.  It should go without saying that almost anyone especially road weary guests, would be uncomfortable in this situation. We slept fitfully and woke up at 7:00 am to the first day of March.  We packed our bags and left without leaving a note, unsure if the door even literally locked behind us, but certain that it did figuratively.
We looked forward to another day and the hope of finding a new home, and we did what any momentarily homeless independent traveling artists would  think to do.  Went to Whole Foods.
Thanks for joining us... tune in next time!
p.s. Remember, if you are going to invite people to your home, be sure to be prepared to do so appropriately! Beggars can't be choosers, but why give them poor options? Don't beggars have it hard enough?

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Our last day in Indy!

Welcome back my friends!
If you remember, last on our anecdotal time travels we were in Indianapolis, falling asleep after an abysmal "open" mic and a fun tea time living room performance! That takes us to Thursday, February 28th, the last day of the shortest month our year has to offer! You may be able to peer through the window of the charming little home and see us waking now!
We wake up and I take a shower and finish reading Hemingway's Nick Adams Stories. I really enjoyed this collection and it got me in the mood to write, camp, and fish. Amanda woke up and since she had the day off she would spend it with us before we boarded the bus at two for Chicago! To fit with the trend of odd coincidences, she offered me an awesome Hemingway mug full of coffee (pictured below) inscribed with the wise quote: "never confuse movement for action"! I immediately took action to make movement by drinking the coffee and got moving excited to see the action of the day! We had a breakfast of vegan bagels, showered, packed and headed out to see Indianapolis!

Amanda took us to a charming used bookstore called Indy Reads, that I was enamored with immediately. It is a charitable non-profit (as most non-profits are), that donates all their money after overhead to supporting several adult literacy programs! I ended up caving and getting three titles from its long dusty shelves with bellies full of yellowed ancient volumes of several old editions from every genre and almost every author thinkable!
"The Halloween Tree" by Ray Bradbury
"The Red Pony" by John Steinbeck
"Running With Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs

The total was something nominal like ten dollars, We saw Kerry come in before we left and we thanked her and hugged and said our goodbyes! I took a sticker and we went on our way to several different second hand stores, where Alexa wisely got a sweater in preparation for Chicago! We entered an adorable independent toy store littered with musical instruments that Alexa was in love with and cool historical characters and quote stationary that I really enjoyed, Amanda shared a lot of the history and nightlife and culture information about the area with us!
There is a strange sort of technological perpetual motion box that is a bunch of animated lights in the form of a dancing woman called "Anne Dances" and she evidently even has her own twitter page...eerie but cool. My favorite thing was seeing the huge Kurt Vonnegut mural on the side of this building that I took several pictures of. He was a fantastic author and thinker and very funny, I'd count him up with my favorite writers and it was nice to see his amiable smirking countenance celebrated in his home city. There was supposedly a restaurant called Bluebeard's (named after his novel, not the metal head celebrity of Sweet Nothing's fame) but we didn't get to go! Right before we left for the bus we went into a Cajun/Creole place that Amanda suggested called Yaz, and I got Crawfish and rice in sauce and it was amazing! We boarded the bus and said goodbyes, again feeling like we had known each other for years and wishing that we hadn't had to leave so soon.
From Indy to Windy!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Indianapolis Day One (Arms more open than mics)!

My friends!
Time to catch up on reporting the last week of the tour! Currently in Philly and we are leaving soon to get home,
But a lot of things have happened in the past week and as always the journey is the story as much as the destination!
Wednesday February 27th we arrived to the snowy and cold afternoon Indianapolis, we got picked up shortly after by two of our hosts Rachel and Amanda! They were very fun and nice and as we drove to their house we got a historical tour of the little city. We also got the local perspective of some fun personal anecdotes and the daily procedures of some locations, this has been one of the wonderful benefits of staying with people who live in the cities we stop at as opposed to just a hotel or something (aside from saving money and making human connections) but that we get the local and intimate view of the places around us! That night I took some of the sites we saw!

We got to their beautiful and fun little house and met their cat Bodie (perhaps misspelled but it is pronounced bow-dee). On the way there we passed by their other room mate Aaron who was running and training for a marathon, one that Rachel was also involved in! Soon after he came in the house and jovially and shyly introduced himself, he quickly headed to the kitchen offering us food and he and Amanda had a "Kitchen Dance Party" and generously made a great salad as well as eggs and onions and served us big helpings of delicious food! We got to know our hosts a little better and between scientists and hardworking social work type assignments it was inspiring to see so many young people arduously engaged in endeavors to change the suffering in various communities around them!

We had an open mic that started 9 with sign ups at 8:30 at a music venue/bar called The Rock House that night so we headed out there as a group, intending on meeting a few other friends and our fourth and final house member and host, Kerry, who had been working the whole night! It was a dimly lit and had pool tables and a stage and big bar. I had been reading Hemingway on the way to Indianapolis and it was not quite "A Clean Well Lighted Place". Then again, the Vonneguts built Indianapolis, and Kurt is more associated with vulgarity!

There were probably ten of us altogether at this long table talking and getting to know one another! Alexa and I sign up as numbers 3 and 4 on the list, we resume socializing while we wIt for it to start. I put The Mars Volta on the TouchTones jukebox because I tried that in New Orleans but it never played and so i got my justice in Indianapolis it only took two weeks and several cities! Suddenly the bar was populated with pacing and patrolling men who were all in their forties and looking like Alice Cooper, eyeliner and metal shoulder length or longer hair. Alexa describes them as "never having left the 80's"! They start setting up full band gear and soundcheck every drum and solo on every instrument over the course of an hour, we assume this is a very elaborate open mic performer set up. However it is also nine o'clock, this trend repeats itself, Amanda and I bond over having girlfriends in far away places, we get to know Kerry and her boyfriend and Rachel and hers, as John recounts what seems to be horrific tales of spelunking.

Finally around 10 (an hour after the supposed start of the open mic), a band called Sweet Nothing starts aggressively and enthusiastically playing earsplitting metal/rock covers. Despite not being our flavor of music, they were talented for what they were doing and were a much welcome change from the mediocre country open mics we had been subjected to (Just discovered that our Nashville host Steve posted a hilarious and complimentary blog about us and those experiences at so check that out!). Also, it's hard to argue with a band that addresses you constantly as "Motherfuckers" ignores the fact there is no audience near them, and has a frontman named Bluebeard who has a blue beard (I wonder if there is a connection to the Vonnegut novel). There is something to be said for that unbridled passion and dedication to persona and badass performance!

This is all fun and great and Amanda and I rock out to Van Halen and Metallica covers for a while and we all try to talk at a below screaming voice, their set goes for, no exaggeration, AN HOUR! Our hosts have to be up early and it is no ones' scene really so we are all getting tires of it, though everyone is a good sport about it. Some of them break out cards and start playing Go Fish, Alexa takes a tequila shot, Amanda is several Rum and Cokes into the night in between bumming cigarettes off our 80's neighbors. Alexa's patiently waiting toy piano/desk bells set up gets its normal heckling and questioning. We are asked by several people if we are hosting a birthday party, which we all find humorously absurd.

Kerry and Aaron disappear for a while and return from Walmart with a bag of apples and a full jar of peanut butter and while the second band (mostly still Sweet Nothing's with one different musician and a new front man who is older than Bluebeard and has longer hair and dark sun glasses in a dark club at night, starts playing for another hour heavy music and Tool and Pantera covers, with worse vocals while we comically eat apples and peanut butter in this smoggy Rock dive with music blaring. A man resembling Hagrid of Harry Potter goes up and rocks out alone, making the closest thing to he stage besides our "birthday party" congregation sitting docilely at a table. I couldn't help but think of how depressing a sight it was for th performers as well as our hosts.
It is now midnight and they show no signs of stopping, our group is red eyed and exhausted, it is a week night, the group begins to disband, we decide to just got back to the house and have tea and perform for Aaron and Kerry and Rachel and Amanda in their living room. We did, the tea was great and the stories of the Rock House were funny and Alexa and I performed a few songs while Kerry took pictures with her nice camera! I made Kerry cry by performing Pennsylvanian Patriarch, that's when I notice the mug she is drinking out of reads "I love my Grandpa". We talk for a bit and say our thanks and goodbyes to those who would be up and out before we woke! Yet again I was baffled by how quickly and how close we felt at home and as friends around our new group, it was as though we had known one another for years and I am so grateful for their hospitality and kind words and cooking and friendship! We set up sleeping arrangements and utilized them! Finally we caught up on some sleep!
When something doesn't go as expected, enjoy it as best you can and change your perceptions and plans appropriately to fulfill your goals and be fulfilled by your experiences.
And so it goes,

Friday, March 1, 2013

An Unexpected Essay About YOU, The AllOne Family!

Good to see you again!
Welcome to March! Since my last full post I have been in Indianapolis and met friends and arrived in Chicago and met more friends and performed, but first I have a few words to share.
We arrived in a snowy and freezing cold Indianapolis Wednesday afternoon! It was the first time we had seen snow since Washington D.C. and it was just enough to make our bus stop shelter seem like a cubic ("or as my absurdly and hilariously jesting siblings would say "squareular") snow globe! But first, a word on what I do and why, as well as what you do and how!

While on the bus I had finished writing a verse that is currently homeless but has a lot to do with the excitement and importance of travel as a person and a thank you to my supporters and an explanation of my mission statement as a person and how I desire to use my music and writing and performance to achieve our happy interconnected family and how each person contributes to me but also to contributing positivity to the people who I have met in the past and will meet in the future.

Anyone who is making an effort to spread my messages and music is just as important as I am in creating this movement, at risk of sounding like a cult leader. Even more important is that you spread you own ideals and achieve your own personal goals in life, and the expense of no person's discomfort except those who hope to see you fail, or make you anything other than what your heart honestly desires. A true measure of my success is entirely vicarious in nature, if I can incite some insight or prompt someone and play even the smallest role in someone feeling happy or achieve what they want in life, then I have done my job as a human being and an artist. Thus, when you do your "job" right, I am doing mine! It's selfish really, I just hope to help people along to see their "Personal Legend" through, and I can feel in some way responsible for them, then I am happy and fulfilled! It is an avaricious altruism perhaps, but I like to think its more of the Robin Hood variety... Remind you that you're rich, if your self esteem is poor. If anything, I hope to inspire open mindedness, self assuredness, stress the importance of personal fulfillment as well as our generous human responsibility to those around us!

My "music career", as it were, and my fan-base (whom I affectionately refer to as my family a feeling and belief that I genuinely have), is overall my endeavor to set an example and artful explorative exercise in expanding out compassion as human beings. The music I make is an attempt for me to remind myself and others of instances of our interwoven nature and of the pure moments of personal and universal struggle and hopes to perhaps proliferate any lessons my experiences or the experiences of the people I have learned from long the way.

You have; in all ways and will always affect everything in some way, and I hope you know the honest love and hope and friendship I feel for those of you who consider me your friend or an artist or musician or poet or whatever label, as someone worth encouraging and sharing the work and words and ideas and ideals of. This life and movement always about us, and as much as my name and my art is created "alone" again, it's always for and because of the fact that I am always reminded and humbled by the natural and cosmic sinew and beauty that we are all one. All of you are my muses. Thank you.

This trip is nearing its end and it has been a gorgeous and strange journey that I hope will snowball into happening in various permutations many times over. I come home feeling like I have many more homes and friends than I would ever imagine, and I hope I have paid back my debt to anyone who has lent a hand or a couch or some food or bought a cd or connected with me!

Each and every one of you are one unique and necessarily important person. The more you realize that and intend on taking full advantage of it with the help of those around you and while helping those around you, the better off you are for yourself and the better off we are because of you!

It important to remember that each of you is an incredible integral piece of a grander movement of everything, the chain reaction of your smile may end up changing someone's life! I hope you achieve exactly what you desire in life, because that is how we love you best and need you most!
Sometimes I need to clean my mouth out with a soapbox!
I love you all, thank you more than I can say, in more words that I can ever write or rhyme or record! You help make my life as contented, motivated and optimistic as it is!
Go do good things!
The photo provided here has regrettably had its quality diluted and compromised by being passed through various devices to arrive here! It is, however a photo taken of me by Kent in Austin at my performance in Wardenclyffe Gallery! Thank you to him! One of many beautiful friends and family I met on this trip, along with his lovely wife Paula!

Thursday, February 28, 2013

An "Exhausted But Alive" check-in from Chicago!

Hey from chicago!
Very exhausted but here's a photo from the chicago open mic at Red Line Tap... Indianapolis was so cute and fun we met great friends all around... Much more to share but exhausted and cold so I am passing out!
Alive and well,

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Last Day In Nashville (A redeemer)

Dear constant reader,
Tuesday debunked my theory that the weather would be consistently beautiful in Nashville! I woke up rather late, although the futon I'm sleeping on is not comfortable in the least, I find It hard to get out of it! Maybe it is because I'm trying to replace quality sleep with quantity, I don't know. Around ten thirty after much tossing and turning Alexa poked me up and asked if I wanted to the Tennessee state museum with her, and mentioned it was raining, I suggested groggily that she go ahead without me and I would meet up with her, since I didn't want to hold her back while I got ready, and I wasn't overly eager to get out into the rainy day! I woke up and stepped outside and it seems abysmal and freezing cold so I took my time getting up, had my two apples with peanut butter for breakfast and showered.

I got a text from Alexa saying the museum was a bust, overrun with obnoxious children (that I probably have more of a tolerance and appreciation for than her, oddly) and relatively bland presentation. That was all the motivation I needed to spend the day indoors catching up with people on the phone, on writing the songs I've been working on, transcribing my works into my notebook and reading these Nick Adams stories. First I thought "maybe this is absurd, but it is my last day in Nashville... I really ought to get Bolton's for late lunch after I earn it with some work). So I did. It was every bit as spicy and juicy and delicious as the 3 times before it! Certifiable addict.

I talked to Heather and to my Dad, which was encouraging and fun, so nice to hear the voices of those you love when you are away for so long! I freestyled on my walk to and from Bolton's as a means of gathering thoughts for my tentatively titled "The Story In And Of A Notebook [small-world-view]" and am making progress! Spent the afternoon reading writing ehich pleased me thoroughly!

Alexa came back to Steve's and we hopped on a bus to go to Cafe Coco's open mic, where Steve also organized a couch surfing meet up! Cafe Coco (poorly pictured from the outside below) seems to be inside a house, which was restructured as a cafe/bar/music venue/restaurant... Very charming place with all sorts of quirky rooms decor and small rooms for studying and such! We met several couch surfing hosts and travelers, all of whom were respectful and interesting, John, Sebastian a bassist from Argentina, his girlfriend Dana from Europe and several others that I had nice conversations with! I got a cookie that was the size of my face and a caramel/creamy vanilla coffee called "The Adrenaline Rush" that had four shots of espresso in it! Dangerously delicious! (Insert "Rapid Enrapture" quote For those dedicated AllOne & The Room fans!)

The open mic started up so we got in line and immediately the character in the room was different and more varies than the previous two nights! As the charitable and professional host and sound man Cody, who I later befriended read off a list of abot a dozen open mic rules and stipulations, my excitement shrunk. One rule, two songs or less, another rule, no tracks, and a third rule... NO POETRY. Alexa and Steve fought my discouragement like true friends and I agreed to split a slot with Steve (picture below) as we decided he would do some improv back ups on guitar as I decided my beatbox-Harmonica fable "It Always Pays" would take the stage!

Many of the performers were very good and original and nice people! Most notably, Aarodynamics, a very tight funky multi instrumentalist loop pedal song builder! Jennifer, with nice song writing and a beautiful voice and fun crowd interaction! Alexa played two songs from her forthcoming album, one I had never heard her perform called "Two Tusks" A song about salt in mammoths!

Steve did a risky song about a town he used to live in called "Everyone here plays acoustic electric guitar" back when John Mayer was hugely influential and he went to open mics over saturated with that, it was relevant and edgy and joked on a lot of the culture that we were surrounded by the past two nights and it was hilarious! That got increasingly awkward for him socially as more acoustic electric performers took the stage! My performance was odd and off kilter but on point (which in my best days describes my entire musical journey I suppose!) Steve backed me up interestingly and successfully by the end of it and people seemed to really dig it! Luckily Cody the host enjoyed my work and didn't find it too against the rules or disagreeable!

There was a rapper/poet who performed over a guitar player who called himself "Aspartame Kills" who was enjoyable and also a singer who really entranced me Shannon who sang a ghastly story with a haunting voice and performed guitar very intensely!

We met a lot if really supportive friends in the audience, both the couch-surfers and other musicians and spectators as well! People who had advice of where to go if we come back, while encouraging us to do so! Our performances were recorded so expect an odd video of my performance soon as I get that in my email! I met a really nice guy named Ross who tours and records with a group called Last Of The Horsemen, making what he calls "doom rap". We did a CD exchange and swapped info to help each other out on future trips!

Since Steve rode his bike from home, and we had stayed later than the buses ran, we ended up getting a ride from a really enthusiastic and jovial physicians assistant named Shaun! It was very kind of him to offer the ride and be was really supportive about our musical journey! We said goodnight and felt good and that this was what we came to Nashville Hopi g to see, the last night being a great success, we exchange stories and laughs and CDs with Steve, said good night and thanked him profusely, another great friend made! Went to sleep!

All in all, despite what might seem like some harsh critiques or opinions of my experience in Nashville I am definitely glad I came and got to experience the culture. It is always a learning experience to be in a place unfamiliar to you... and the struggle to adapt is just the necessary process of evolution as a person , thank you for challenging me Nashville!
Today we are hopping on an right hour bus ride to Indianapolis! Built largely by the Vonnegut family!
And so it goes,

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Nashvill3 (A record store, a bridge, birds and an odd open mic)

My friends!
Nashville day three (Monday) confirmed a few things:
1. That I am addicted to Bolton's southern hit fried chicken.
2. That the music scene is very over-saturated with aspiring pop-country musicians.
3. There are many unique open mic formats.
4. The weather here is beautiful and there are some really pretty things to see here!
5. One should always make the best of their scenario while never compromising who they are.
As you are probably aware of, Monday is the first day of the work week so our friend and host Steve was out the door for his programming job before we were even awake! That left Alexa and I to have our peanut butter and apples breakfast and I got Bolton's again for a early lunch (pictured below, as well as photos of the charming and respectably independent little one window one room chicken and fish joint)! I sincerely have a problem! So good.
We set off to sight see and find Third Man Records, which is Jack White's (of The White Stripes and The Raconteurs fame) record store and novelty shop. After running into some cool statues and fountains, and the giant pedestrian bridge erected in 1909, perhaps my favorite thing in Nashville (as you will notice my documentation of) we found the store and boy was it quirky and interesting! If you are a Jack White fan or a fan of Vinyl records or odd things like a jukebox for films or coin operated wax mold makers or photo booths and three inch portable record players, this is the place for you! A small store with a lot of memorabilia and music and intriguing items for sale, it also doubles as a music venue! I documented quite a bit of the place below!
We had some time to spend after so we found the library but discovered lamentably that it was closed in Mondays so we sat on a park bench and I tried sharing my carrots with groups of excitable and small black capped birds!
To close our night out we went to The Bluebird Cafe for an open mic! When we arrived there was a huge line of dozens of people looking to sign up! (Reference the pic below and note there were and 20+ people behind us!). The format is rather unique, everyone on line signs up on a piece of paper and the ordered is determined randomly as all the musicians are picked out of a hat! You are only permitted to play one song, as with commodore open mic, no pre-recorded tracks allowed! Also, the open mic runs from 6 to 9 only, so if you get picked in the late thirties or early forties Somehow Alexa and I got #38 and #40 by A stroke of poor luck which we figured guaranteed we wouldn't play.
I was feeling pessimistic and admittedly self conscious after seeing yet again the 3 hours of mediocre homogenous pop country music. What bothered me primarily was that everyone seemed like they were doing what they were doing because they were obligated to or because it served some ulterior motive outside of an intrinsic personal creative need. All the writing and performing, even a itsbest seemed creepily designed to accomplish one goal: adhere to the set of musical and cultural and genre conventions that would propel them to commercial success. Please note this is only an impression I got, and not meant to be an insult to anyone, although if the diluting of a creative medium for avaricious intent is your mission statement, I find it hard to have respect for you.
Finally, Alexa went up and played "collections" which is one of my favorites of hers! I then remembered I had my harmonica with me and for the first time on tour, played it with an a Capella verse section doing the AllOne & The Room song "It Always Pays". People definitely had their ears perked and didn't seem to hate it, despite the weirdness! Steve did not get to perform, so we went home and talked ourselves to sleep!
All and all it was a nice day and exceeded our expectations, which were, I confess, rather low at some points! We were a little dejected by feeling out of place in Nashville despite our budding friendship with Steve and an affinity his hilarious band Regdar and The Fighters ( whose new album "Spoiler Alert" just came out this week! I encourage you to support this funny and kind and talented man!
For now, good night!
Lead your heart,