It's 1AM. Sober. Tired. (written the night before I left)

I'm leaving the East to tour back West. This is the next big phase. In booking this tour, I looked at all of North America and asked "Where do you want to go? What haven't you seen yet?" There I'm going. Wisconsin. It's northern neighbor, the land of a thousand lakes. Big sky country. Bozeman. Yellowstone. The Great NorthWest. Back to Cali, north and south. I've got some old friends to make and meet. They're speckled across the country we need to catch up!


The Midwest has been kind on my extended stay. I've had more troubles than I imagined with the bus, but that's part of growing, part of the experience. Hell, BARB's hiccups led me to record an amazing album, led me to get to know some amazing friends and to expand my community of artistic and mad souls. Besides, hitting the road without that LP, just wouldn't be the same.

I'm so damn lucky. I get to meet people when they're at their finest. The sight of my dream wrapped up in my red bus melts fears away, or reminds them of some past life. Strangers share their stories with me, and thus, we're strangers no more. Maybe I'm making the world a smaller place, one person at a time...

I have yet to pack for what I hope to be 4 months of continuous touring. Two months will pass before I make it back to the Midwest. I haven't packed a thing and, oh well. I've been here dozens and dozens of times before. Maybe knowing that I have a bunch of stuff stored in LA gives me confidence. No. I'm doing what I love, and that makes all the difference.