Topic: dirt

June 21st Line ’em up! (Day 5) I don’t think any of us expected today’s events to unfold the way they did. I mean who has ever even heard of Sunderland, UK? It is like asking someone from L.A. if they have ever heard of Scappoose. Sunderland is a small town right on the coast in the Northeast corner of England. This is the first time we have seen the ocean since we have...

June 20th Great Big White World (Day 4) I must be dreaming. Have I been driving that long? I know I am tired but I am kind of getting used to not sleeping and I feel as though something is just, well, odd. So here is the situation. I am driving from London to Halifax. We left after our first show and after a long day of no sleep. The clock says 3 am but it has to be 7:30, maybe 8...

Every family has their own private and weird language, in use for so long as to seem normal. In my family, we make a meal made out of random ingredients called, "dirt and buttons." Origin? Umm . . . I forget. But it goes a little something like this: "What for dinner?" "I dunno, dirt and buttons I guess." Intrigued? This descriptive term casts a wide net. From fruit cobblers made with...

June 19th Shameless Self Promotion (Day 3) I am not sure if I had mentioned in the last blog that everything closes SUPER early here. We’re talking 6 pm close time for nearly EVERYTHING! But another thing is that everything opens late as well! And on Sunday a 4 pm close time is the norm. Luckily we can snag breakfast at THE GENERATOR. Another beautiful day and another stressful...

June 18th Clipside of the Pinkeye Flight (Day 2) This plane is huge. HUGE. It is possible? Something this massive to take flight and carry this many people with all of their 50 lbs. bags (or up to 75 lbs. for a small fee)? A screen flickers and an extremely pixilated version of the earth appears. There is a long crescentshaped line starting from Seattle, WA arching upward and...

June 17th No Turning Back (Day 1) We will actually begin this the day earlier on June 16th… “Hey Joshua. Good luck with your music and your tour!” This is what Frank Hudson had said to me while jamming an air guitar as I passed by him. I put out the most uncomfortable smile in history as I thanked him and kept walking. I had just stepped off the stand after being...