October 31st, 2010.
Oh, Halloween. I actually don’t like you very much. You kinda freak me out. Especially as a performer, I feel like everyone’s expecting something schmancy from me and I never
October 22nd, 2010.
I’m jealous to get the text from home: “Rowan’s here! He’s baking apple pie!” My housemate Amy has apparently returned home with many a self-picked apple and Rowan has traded
October 15th, 2010.
The sun is setting behind us on a perfect day topped with a perfect sky. The backs of 18-wheelers ignite with reflected incandescence and the beautiful autumn colours of trees
October 14th, 2020.
This is a working tour. I mean, they’re all working tours, REALLY, but there’s been a little less tourism on this one, a little more bam bam bam! And I
October 12th, 2010.
We’re on I-70 in Indiana stuck behind a cow truck. We could get in the other lane, but then we’d be stuck behind a truck truck. At least with this
October 10th, 2010.
My eyes and brain just don’t want to wake up. Too much sunshine I guess. We’re passing through Dayton, OH – a town that I think we’ve not played in
October 9th, 2010.
It took the Love of a good woman to understand it, but there is beauty in Ohio. It’s not the whole state, certainly, but Eastern Ohio with its rolling hills