Texans, attacking something
Hello and Goodbye from the Sovereign Republic of Tejas, the only state in our Union (to my knowledge) that can split into five smaller states at any point if it ever wants to (have fun, West Texana!). After four final shows, Dallas on July 19 (The Pearl Cup), Austin on July 21 (The Carousel Lounge), Denton on July 22 (Dan’s Silverleaf), and Dallas once again on July 24 (The Crooked Tree), this crazy-ass tour has nearly come to an official end. One more drive to New Orleans awaits the old Minivan (now with 212,500 miles to its name, a surprise to most everyone involved with the vehicle at some point in its life, especially those present when the tire flew off on I-65 outside of Lebanon Junction a few years back or when the axle snapped two weeks later or when the winshield wipers flew off the side of the car during a day of tornadoes in Barren Co., KY or on a number of other occasions when the sanity involved in keeping said vehicle was in serious doubt), and then it shall all be done. For now, at least.
Jim I am so sorry.
I know I lost my head and went and swore to Jim Nabors that I’d give you West Coast Highlights long before now (It was a moment of extreme emotional duress and I would never in my right mind make a promise to Jim Nabors that I could not keep but nevertheless I am an adult and must accept the consequences of my actions), and I am sorry to have let everyone down. They shall come, they shall come. In the meantime, a blurb at the end of a blog post about Gomer Pyle is absolutely no way to come close to the immense debt of gratitude that we owe absolutely everyone that we encountered on this, our first-ever tour, an immense and ridiculous 23-show trip that had us see both coasts, a Glacier (!), hikes both in the Appalachians and the Rockies, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Golden Gate, the Capitol, Minneapolis, an old mill in Rural Massachusetts, the Oregon Trail, and an officer from the Nevada Highway Patrol who made fun of us for not having any marijuana in the van (“you guys are the worst touring band ever.” that is an exact quote).
But thank you, all of you, so damned much. We’ll talk soon.
Much Aloha,
Us.
