Anonymous said: Is there anything you are ashamed of or anything that you regret?
I don’t really like pancakes…
The past couple of days and countless breakfasts have made me realize I’m not huge on them. Yeah, I’m ashamed of that.
Listening to a lot of banjo and guitar tunes from the early 21st century this morning.
Oh Death || Dock Boggs
this song is from 1926
Guys in the band continued…
|| Jared ||
It’s hard to say how many cities, gas stations, coffee shops, motels, bars, venues, and homes I’ve been to with this guy in the past 3 years of doing this crazy traveling band thing, not to mention the past 10 some-odd years of knowing each other, and we’re just gettin’ started, and still the best of friends.
It’s hard for me to write about Jared in a way that seems to do any justice to the love and admiration I have for him. We’ve been through a whole heap of things together, and have always relentlessly supported each other and pushed through anything that has come our way. We’ve certainly had our good times well out-way any bad, and I wouldn’t be the same fella I am today if it wasn’t for our friendship. We have laughed and adventured our way through our teenage years and into this thing I suppose you’d call adulthood, and for that I am blessed and grateful.
Jared started our band. It was his dream and his hard work that brought us all on board, and I don’t know if he even dreamed it would get to where it has so far, but I’m sure glad he called Larry that day.
Jared is handsome, and his character is as handsome as his looks, it really is. He’s a loyal and loving son and brother. He’s a faithful and helpful friend. He remembers birthdays, and he always greets people with a honest and excited hug or a firm handshake (people always have told me how welcomed and cherished they feel around Jared) He thinks of others well before himself, in fact some would say he should think more about himself, but that would take away from Jared’s honest humbleness. Jared will swing a girl around a dance floor, buy her a drink, and hold the door for her. He’s a gentlemen. He loves his mother and always helps her cook. He celebrates his victories, he admits his defeats and when he’s done wrong (a trait I admire greatly and that most people struggle with) and he always keeps his chin up. He writes beautiful songs, keeps this crazy band moving, and is intentional in nearly everything he does. He loves deeply and wears his heart on his sleeve, but you’d be a fool to think him weak - the dude always pushes through. He can make me laugh about anything, I mean anything, keeps me in check, and celebrates who I am, and anyone else he loves and anyone in the band would say the same. We’re as hardheaded as brothers with each other. We crack each other up like little middle school best friends. We love each other like family, and defend each other to the end.
Jared is my best friend, and for that I’m a lucky fella.
A fan and new friend of ours gave us a place to stay last night after our Cleveland show. We were complete strangers to Jim and Debbie, but they opened their home to us and handed me a cup or coffee this morning and a pleasant conversation. When we arrived last night we went for a long walk through the countryside with everyone and their dog Gus. It was darker out there than I’ve seen it in a long time, and I saw more lightning bugs then I’ve ever seen in my life - relaxing to say the least. Cheers to them.
Onward to Chicago.
This is one of the first songs Jared and I covered when we first started playing music together. We preformed it in our sophomore year of high school at a talent show. That was a long time ago. I will always love this song. Neil f#%king Young everybody. indianajosh I knew you had awesome music taste, but this ones got me chanting three “hail bandits”.| Neil Young & Crazy Horse | Cortez The Killer
he came dancing across the water
what a killer
İbrahim Tatlıses | Bebegim
Turkish music moves me in a way not very many things do and I’m not even entirely sure why.
I miss Turkey often. The music.
The tea. The coffee. The food. The people I spent my time with. Did I mention the coffee?
We went and explored, got soaked, and likely did a little bit of trespassing in downtown Cleveland before the gig.
We made it to Cleveland safe and sound and played the strangest show of our lives. Sparing all details we’ll just say it was sketchy as all hell, but it ended up being a great gig and we had a great time.
Tremont Music Hall.