Speed dating in la crosse wi
This occurred to me on the road last week on tour with what must be the only electric band in North America in which no one has a tattoo, or anything pierced. There’s a kind of heliopause where the road life ends and the home life is embarked on but not quite real, and things are clear, the way the light feels scrubbed after a storm.The savor of the road lingers, running jokes replay through the mind so that you laugh under your breath, and the feeling of motion carries like sustain.The road life has been good to her and it's going to be tough going back to the fourth grade. My band has a special relationship with the Spring Lake police department, a story I don’t choose to relate just now but will let it suffice to say it’s how we learned the town motto, ‘Come on vacation, leave on probation!
The problem with being human is that it’s about impossible to know anything while you’re in it, and we only apprehend our lives with any clarity in approach and retreat. The descent into reality can be startling but often enough it’s where the good work begins. Our heroes are dying off, the days are strange and warm, the river thunders down over the dam in town.
Nothing in the 'Americana' genre is going to cut it folks, it's mostly soybeans.
We're headed out on the road family-style for the rest of the year: put the band family and home family together in one Ford Transit van and never have to miss anyone, that's the plan.
I’m going out west to hunt birds for four days with my old friend Chris Dombrowski, after which I’ll fly to Milwaukee and rent a van, in order drive to Detroit the next day and meet the band, in order to start a Midwest tour in Ann Arbor on 12/1.
Even I am confused by that sentence but let’s proceed on the assumption that it’s a reasonable plan.