Heather curled up and sleeping in the studio. Sometimes it’s all hurry up and wait.
And yeah… sometimes it’s all crotch dragons. I understand this.
Matthew Polonchak of Transcendent Third working on the new ilyAIMY album. He does amazing things.
This wasn’t in the Journal the first time around – but here are pics from Kristen and I going to get apple cider donuts for the first time!!!
Nashville wouldn’t be the same without smokey bars – and so Rowan and I return to Whitney and Freddie’s smelling of cigar smoke and cigarettes, sweat and tequila. Sometimes you just have to fulfill the stereotype.
Playing with Dave Pahanish – whether he’s a small-town, hometown hero, captain of the football team, playing packed houses in California, Pennsylvania – or whether he’s just another pretty face with a pretty voice playing his Gibson in an empty dive in Nashville – playing with Dave Pahanish is an unforgettable, powerful experience. He’s beautiful, stunningly so, and his voice sweeps from the sweetest falsettos to strenght and fragility and back again with unerring accuracy. His arms muscle their way through chords and pound notes out of a maple top that just begs to be broken and he’s completely at home haloed in neon, long legs silhouetted by sportscasters who, just this once, are at a loss for something to say. Muted into nothing, for once people don’t care about the last three minutes of the football game.
Rowan and i have been performing well. I’m even impressed with myself, speaking well and ducking back and forth between absurd and closely personal. I hear i said something about testicles, but since i rarely have any memory of whatever it is that I babble about on stage, tips! (that’s big here!)
In any case, my point is – is that in a normal universe we’d have been a hard act to follow – but tonight we were as close to perfect as we get and Dave came and took our audience and brought them exponentially further than I could ever do. He’s “the real thing”.
