This Alaskan tour has been so much fun! I am so happy I was able to come out here and play. What an experience! Thank you to Evan and Marty at Monolith Agency for bringing me out. I’ll definitely be back next year.
Alaska Tour Dates (November, 2013)
Tuesday, November 12 Arctic Entries 7pm Anchorage, AK
Wednesday, November 13 House Concert 7pm Anchorage, AK
Thursday, November 14 90.3 KNBA Interview 5:30pm Anchorage, AK
Thursday, November 14 Studio 2200 8pm Anchorage, AK
Friday, November 15 House Concert 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
Saturday, November 16 House Concert 7:30pm Fairbanks, AK
Sunday, November 17 KSUA ‘Take Out Session’ 7pm Fairbanks, AK
Thursday, November 21 House Concert 7:30pm Palmer, AK
Friday, November 22 Resurrect Art Coffee House 6:30pm Seward, AK
Saturday, November 23 House Concert 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
Sunday, November 24 Songwriting Workshop 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
For house concert info contact Evan Phillipsfirstname.lastname@example.org
I have been having such a lovely time in the UK and Europe. I have run out of CDs, but luckily my German friends were kind enough to lend me a stack of postcards and CDRs, so I got creative!
A few photos of us on our West Coast tour. They were taken by the lovely Jim Hobbs. :)
I drove by the house I grew up in today. Naturally, is has changed greatly. When my mother and I first moved in it looked like an aspiring gardener had lived there. The little evergreen-trimmed house was entirely out of place in the desert that it resided. With a browning lawn trying very hard to be green, the tallest tree in the neighborhood, a white picket gate, and a constantly over-grown backyard, you can understand it hardly belonged amidst the rock lawns, saguaro cacti, and jumping cholla plants. It had character and charm though. Something was always broken in our house, and the clocks were always wrong, but it was home. It’s where I learned the foundation of who I am. The sediment. The first layer. It served me, and I it. I had painted its’ walls just to kick them in. I had my first kiss in the back bedroom. I learned guitar on its bright red 1970’s carpet. It was quirky, but it was home.
Yet today as I drove by, replaying memories from blocks down all the way up to the driveway, I saw an unfamiliar place. Today I saw an all-brown house with a rock lawn, a newly painted brown fence, and neatly drawn curtains in the windows. The house had been re-made to look like the desert. Re-modeled. I could just smell the fresh paint from across the street. Whoever is living there now, started over. They may even be walking on new floors. It’s their home now. How odd that it once was mine.
It’s a strange feeling, living in the future, walking by your past.
On the road.
Hello world. I have found some time in my transience to sit down and write some about my travels. It’s been an interesting journey so far.
I am writing from Phoenix, the city in which I was born and raised. From my bedroom I can smell the scent of my childhood, the smell of the desert after it rains. It is one of my favorite scents, for it brings memories of waking up to the dramatic Arizonan storms, childhood, and most importantly some of my first experiences with love. Phoenix embodies the American suburb, but in the heart of this Valley of the Sun there is culture. You might have to dig, but you once you find it, it’s wonderful and unique to this part of the country.
So far this tour has taken me down the great west coast of The United States.
We played in Astoria, Oregon, where we busked for our lunch, explored the Oregon coast beaches, made a kale salad with our friend Josh, and then ended the day by singing and talking as I drifted off to sleep on Josh’s couch.
After Astoria, we hit some hard rain and cold weather in Portland, where we played at a dive, then were graciously invited to stay with our new very talented friend, Gavin Castleton. After a few friend encounters we made our way to Eugene for a lovely night at Sam Bond’s Garage.
Then to California where we slept with the bay outside our windows, played to a cuddling audience who layed on mattresses as we sang, had to maneuver 3 broken PA systems, made a few new friends, Jim and Billy, took periodical naps in the van, and layed on the beach forgetting everything that is bad in the world for some moments.
Then last but not least, off to Arizona with a broken AZ unit, in 110 degree weather. I literally jumped into a lake right next to a No Swimming sign fully clothed, just to cool off. Then after the lake section of the drive expired, I resorted to pouring a gallon of water on me.
Traveling gives me such an exciting view of the world. I’ll see you guys somewhere soon, I hope.
A list of songs Jon Berry and I have arranged, A’Capella, while sitting in the car without AC or a stereo.
All of the songs from, “The Sound of Music”
"You Are My Sunshine"
"He Was a Friend of Mine"
"Don’t Stop Believin’"
First night of tour.
I am sitting in Union Washington overlooking the Puget Sound. We played to an amazing crowd last night at Robin Hood. After a lengthy three hour set, this amazingly sweet couple approached us about our music. They loved it so much that, after explaining that we’d be sleeping in my van, they insisted on buying us a hotel/cottage right on the Sound. They wouldn’t take no for an answer. Being on the road often restores my faith in humanity, if it is even just a little bit lost. . I’m excited to see what is in store for the rest of this journey.