For the past three + weeks we have been crashing in backyards, on the sofas, and in Walmart parking lots. All of this has actually been pretty fun. We had an unexpected day off, due to situations out of our control, and ended up having to get a hotel room.
Awesome things about staying in hotels:
They have internet! And they don’t mind if you use it because you paid to use it!
There are refrigerators. So cheese can be a meal that stretches 12 hours or so.
The sheets are so clean and don’t smell like the van.
You can take as many showers as you’d like, and you aren’t being annoying to your host by doing so.
Bad things about hotels:
They cost money, even when you get them discounted.
You finally catch up on world events and are punched in the face by realizing that Fox News is actually pro Trump and it’s not all a big scary joke to them.
3. Decide you want to move into the hotel, but realize that this isn’t a realistic dream/decision.
So! That was a time. I was so giddy the entire day about the hotel that I’m actually still filled with ecstatic joy when I think about it.
Our next day was spent in Raleigh. We went downtown and the streets were blocked off for several art and music festivals that were going on that day. The weather was perfect, the streets smelled like North Carolina barbeque, and artists were everywhere filling the black top with chalk murals. We ended up and doing an acoustic set. While all of this was going on a rapper who called Spade came up and asked if we would be in his music video. He said we looked really cool. He must have sensed that we were extra clean and shiny from our long hotel showers that day. In any case- we had a blast playing back up music for his video. There was also a really neat person that I don’t remember the name of who was sitting around the corner for the hour or so that we played. At the end of the afternoon, he came up to us and gave us this picture that he had been working on while listening to our music. He apologized for not having money to give us, but gave us the art instead. Art with good intent behind it is worth far more to me than anything we could have made that day (with the exception of a bajillion dollars though, because let's be real). I wish I knew his name so that I could adequately credit his work, but I’m going to attach it to the bottom of this post. All the love his way.
The show itself was really fun. We played at a place called Slims that is a bit of a hole in the wall local hot spot for music and taking the edge off of long days. The bartenders were super great people and did an excellent job of pouring drinks and running the sound at the same time. We played with a band from Chicago called Campdoggz as well as a local band with a string player called Way Leaves. Carmen, the violin player from Way Leaves, was not only incredibly talented but was also very nice-and let us stay in her beautiful cabin in the woods. We woke up to the smell of warm North Carolina rain, and acres of trees all around us.
We are now headed to Boone North Carolina.