Tour yet another.
a truthfully honest arrange of feelings.
flood much more frequent.
than when at home.
Though home is no dissapointment.
i miss it some times.
After this tour i will have been out for over three months.
I have never toured before,
and at times it seems overwhelming,
and others it seems so amazing.
most of the time it does.
We are many now.
many beautiful people are scratching the surface of this amazingly
land of love with me.
we are friends first and foremost.
after that we play music together.
we have had an amazing time so far.
we stopped off in lincoln to visity my sister and father (mother is away to visit my sister).
it was oh so good to see them.
i love spending time with loves.
love after all is it.
whatever "it" is.
we played a great show to a very attentive crowd in chicago,
after which we stayed with a wonderful friend ashley.
"We're off!" we screamed in the morning.
we drove to a small town about an hour outside of pittsburgh called austintown.
We found a park that stated that it closed at dusk.
We slept there anyways.
it was a windy night.
the wind howled.
we woke to the sound of police cars buzzing outside the tent.
we explained to the officers that we were:
b. traveling musicians
c. very respectful.
they left just explaining that we weren't allowed to repeat the offense.
we were off to pittsburgh,
i am currently in the large 15 passenger van writing this and listening to the beautiful voice of Mr. Brinton Jones,
as the others are