My oldest friend (and new Dad!) Scott, brought to my attention that I have not contributed properly to this blog. As the tour countdown clock ticks relentlessly away, I feel the pressure of time squeezing my brain and my heart, like water balloons hovering over the keyboard of a borrowed laptop. The signs of leaving are everywhere: giant tour bus parked outside, huge trailer with 3' 7k logo in the side yard, piles of lighting and PA equipment all over the studio, and a giant vacuum where all my money & free time used to be. Even my pets seem to know I'm leaving. Typing this paragraph has been a battle of wills with my youngest cat Knack, who is alternately passionately hostile and aggressively amorous.
Going on 7-week US tour with my band has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. I am inspired, excited, terrified, and prematurely homesick. I can hardly believe everything we've accomplished. Everything seemed impossible from the front side and miraculous from the back.
I'm consistently shocked at how different this already is from how I imagined it, but equally surprised at the parts I enjoy. Probably the most powerful part of this thing so far is that I've really become present to how much I love my wife, my friends, my band mates, my family, my dog & cats, and all of you. I am going to miss all of you. Parting is such sweet sorrow, wrote the bard, and I'm getting equal doses of the sweetness and the sorrow.
The next blog entry will likely be from the road! I will see you out in the U.S. somewhere!
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