Hello friends, Rob here.
We’ve just made our way to Dave sister’s in the suburbs of Atlanta after a show in Athens, GA. There’s not much to discuss from today, which is good, because I wrote something on Monday about our little mountain excursion and I wanted to post it first thing when I got to the internet. So here’s Monday’s tour blog, postponed due to wilderness:
I’m standing on the shag carpet, staring at the couch. Ironically, I think I’m too tired to bother with folding the mattress out of it. One way or another, I’m about to bed down. We’ve been in a cabin in the Smoky mountains for the past two days, a rental property named Blue Rhapsody. Last night we allowed ourselves to unwind and enjoy the many distractions afforded at our lodging (including a pool table, a hot tub, and several collections of sports bloopers on VHS). Despite the fact that the cabin is less secluded than advertised, we were able to spend a fair amount of today playing music without disturbing anyone. Unfortunately, and to no one’s great surprise, Drew’s 20-year-old pickup truck couldn’t make the trip down from Ohio, so the fruits of our labors will remain apocryphal until we debut them live.
As I write this entry, I am sitting on the aforementioned couch in the lowest room of our three-story cabin. To my right is a staircase and the intermingling of bandmates’ voices with that of Anthony Bourdain on the Travel Channel. To my left is a mountain range and silence. Maybe wind. I think we’re going to have to do this again. We’re already talking about trying to record our next album somewhere around here, alternately cutting tracks and exploring the the neon circus that is Pigeon Falls, Tennessee. It’s weird to think that, out here, immersed in palpable quiet, that we are a fifteen-minute drive away from a town that is essentially a 365-day fairground.
Anyway, recording up here is probably just a pipe dream, but who knows? We’ve followed up on stranger ideas.
I look forward to our return to touring and civilization tomorrow, followed by our departure from all things civil on Sunday, when we will return to New Orleans to find Carnival already underway. I’m not sure when I will actually be able to post this, or what we will have been up to in the interim, but I wanted to write an entry about this interlude and post it as a standalone. I was going to close with a photograph of our setup in this cabin, but I couldn’t decide on one and I want to be able to just copy/paste this entry as soon as I can get it to the internet, so my next update will probably be mostly or entirely pictures. After that, we’ll get back to words about concerts and tequila and rabid patriotism.
I’ll see you later. Or maybe I’ve already seen you by now. That’s the one thing I hate about writing entries before I can post them. Time is a jerk.
Okay, bye.
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