Pictures from the road

Hey! We are back in Cincinnati and it is kinda nice to be home for a minute. This was by far my favorite tour we have had--the people we met, the energy of the shows themselves, the insanity of SXSW--was just incredible. I think another thing that held me together was meditating on the regular. I'm not an expert meditator  by any means, but have taken to at least 11 minutes of focused breathing a day. Things that would normally make me hyperventilate or panic were a lot more manageable. When I became stressed out at a show, I could just focus back on breathing for a few minutes and come back to a clearer reality. I highly recommend trying it out to anyone who hasn't before. And my non-expert advice is to start with a ridiculously small amount of time. It's like running. You don't start with a marathon. Try 3 minutes. 

But enough about breathing and back to the tour itself---here are some pictures from our travels and little stories to accompany them.

 This was the morning of the last day of tour. We ate breakfast at our friends house but then needed more coffee and doughnuts because it was that kind of a day. We were haggard from a million shows-and pleased with second breakfast. I think that day I had 3 large gas station coffees as well. Good times.

This was the morning of the last day of tour. We ate breakfast at our friends house but then needed more coffee and doughnuts because it was that kind of a day. We were haggard from a million shows-and pleased with second breakfast. I think that day I had 3 large gas station coffees as well. Good times.

 I think our 2nd morning in Austin was spent here. We stayed about 10 minutes from downtown with our friends (in the band Street Sects//there are earlier blog posts about them)-and this is a coffee shop that was near their house. It's called Flitch Coffee. I remember the weather being perfect, and the coffee being delicious. There was a DIY folk music festival going on there that week and everyone was setting up. It was a great feeling, having a half hour or so of calm in this courtyard before going to SXSW craziness. It isn't in the picture but there were a lot of plants and great seating. I think the barista could tell that I was a broke musician, and she gave me my second cup of coffee for free. Sometimes it's the little things. 

I think our 2nd morning in Austin was spent here. We stayed about 10 minutes from downtown with our friends (in the band Street Sects//there are earlier blog posts about them)-and this is a coffee shop that was near their house. It's called Flitch Coffee. I remember the weather being perfect, and the coffee being delicious. There was a DIY folk music festival going on there that week and everyone was setting up. It was a great feeling, having a half hour or so of calm in this courtyard before going to SXSW craziness. It isn't in the picture but there were a lot of plants and great seating. I think the barista could tell that I was a broke musician, and she gave me my second cup of coffee for free. Sometimes it's the little things. 

 We played in Fayetteville at a spot called Backspace. I think it was a Wednesday? Anyway, the other bands we played with (Bonemagic, The Wirms, and WOMBGLOW) were super good and all had totally different vibes. This picture is from WOMBGLOW's show---an industrial, emotional ride with this space-age brightly lit 'womb' hanging from the ceiling. 

We played in Fayetteville at a spot called Backspace. I think it was a Wednesday? Anyway, the other bands we played with (Bonemagic, The Wirms, and WOMBGLOW) were super good and all had totally different vibes. This picture is from WOMBGLOW's show---an industrial, emotional ride with this space-age brightly lit 'womb' hanging from the ceiling. 

 In Dallas we played at RBC- which has a really awesome Monday night scene. People show up and stay out the entire night. We got put on a bill we didn't fit on (which is my favorite, remember the Renaissance festival??) which was GREAT. I love it because I get to hear music that I don't normally hear. In this case it was a bunch of solo femme acts that were somewhat pop-like in nature but more complex. All of the acts had beautiful voices, and their songs had intricate melodies occasionally reminiscent of Bjork. Pictured above is Rat Rios who started out the night. Some of her music can be found on spotify, but it doesn't really do her justice. It's great-and recorded well- but to get the full experience, follow her on Facebook and check her out when she is in your town. 

In Dallas we played at RBC- which has a really awesome Monday night scene. People show up and stay out the entire night. We got put on a bill we didn't fit on (which is my favorite, remember the Renaissance festival??) which was GREAT. I love it because I get to hear music that I don't normally hear. In this case it was a bunch of solo femme acts that were somewhat pop-like in nature but more complex. All of the acts had beautiful voices, and their songs had intricate melodies occasionally reminiscent of Bjork. Pictured above is Rat Rios who started out the night. Some of her music can be found on spotify, but it doesn't really do her justice. It's great-and recorded well- but to get the full experience, follow her on Facebook and check her out when she is in your town. 

 This is a hot spring..in Hot Springs Arkansas. Hot Springs is a weird and super cool little town and has a unique vibe. We played Valley of the Vapors-and they treated us super well-giving us a place to stay, and treating us to a really fun evening of music. Our friends from Canada, Beams, played, and it's always great to watch their sets. They have really great harmonies, so if you are into that kinda thing, you should look them up. The morning after the fest we had a few hours to kill. I decided after sticking my wrist in this spring that maybe there was something to the acclaimed healing powers of the mineral rich water in hot springs. My hands-which I've always had off and on problems with since I was a kid- felt so much better from the water. I walked straight to one of the 5 or so bathhouses and bought a bath. 30 bucks is a lot of money to spend on anything, but I figured I would see what all the hype was about. It was really weird. The bathhouse that I went to was not as traditional as some-meaning, there wasn't someone who came in and ACTUALLY SCRUBBED me down (thank God). It was still an odd experience to walk down a little hall to a private bath with water that felt different than any other water I've ever felt. It was so relaxing I got kind of nauseous after 20 minutes or so. If you ever go to bath-houses, you should ask them what exactly is going to happen- because I had no idea what the deal was when I went. I had a moment of relaxed panic part way through my bath that maybe I had been in the tub for an hour and had racked up a 60 dollar bath bill (which would have been insane!). I checked my phone and it had only been 15 minutes. Some bath houses get you with that kind of thing though. No one knocked on the door to tell me that the short-bath time was up- so if I hadn't been keeping track, it would have been easy to spend way to much money sitting in a freaking bathtub. All that being said, it was really relaxing and my hands and headaches were all miraculously healed afterwards. My friend Heather, from Beams, was telling me about her bath experience the night before which sounded horrifying and hilarious. I guess at some places there is a machine that intensely washes down your genitals before you get into the tub- like a horse-powered bidet. During her bath, a lady knocked on the door, entered in with big loofas covering her arms, and insisted on 'scrubbing her down'. When she acted shocked about this, the woman insisted saying that it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before-that it was her job. While this sounds like an experience, I'm very ticklish and it's probably good this didn't happen to me. If my feet were scrubbed someone would have gotten accidentally kicked in the face and I'd probably be in the Hot Springs county jail.

This is a hot spring..in Hot Springs Arkansas. Hot Springs is a weird and super cool little town and has a unique vibe. We played Valley of the Vapors-and they treated us super well-giving us a place to stay, and treating us to a really fun evening of music. Our friends from Canada, Beams, played, and it's always great to watch their sets. They have really great harmonies, so if you are into that kinda thing, you should look them up. The morning after the fest we had a few hours to kill. I decided after sticking my wrist in this spring that maybe there was something to the acclaimed healing powers of the mineral rich water in hot springs. My hands-which I've always had off and on problems with since I was a kid- felt so much better from the water. I walked straight to one of the 5 or so bathhouses and bought a bath. 30 bucks is a lot of money to spend on anything, but I figured I would see what all the hype was about. It was really weird. The bathhouse that I went to was not as traditional as some-meaning, there wasn't someone who came in and ACTUALLY SCRUBBED me down (thank God). It was still an odd experience to walk down a little hall to a private bath with water that felt different than any other water I've ever felt. It was so relaxing I got kind of nauseous after 20 minutes or so. If you ever go to bath-houses, you should ask them what exactly is going to happen- because I had no idea what the deal was when I went. I had a moment of relaxed panic part way through my bath that maybe I had been in the tub for an hour and had racked up a 60 dollar bath bill (which would have been insane!). I checked my phone and it had only been 15 minutes. Some bath houses get you with that kind of thing though. No one knocked on the door to tell me that the short-bath time was up- so if I hadn't been keeping track, it would have been easy to spend way to much money sitting in a freaking bathtub. All that being said, it was really relaxing and my hands and headaches were all miraculously healed afterwards. My friend Heather, from Beams, was telling me about her bath experience the night before which sounded horrifying and hilarious. I guess at some places there is a machine that intensely washes down your genitals before you get into the tub- like a horse-powered bidet. During her bath, a lady knocked on the door, entered in with big loofas covering her arms, and insisted on 'scrubbing her down'. When she acted shocked about this, the woman insisted saying that it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before-that it was her job. While this sounds like an experience, I'm very ticklish and it's probably good this didn't happen to me. If my feet were scrubbed someone would have gotten accidentally kicked in the face and I'd probably be in the Hot Springs county jail.

 This is a picture from our drive from Hot Springs to Lafayette. The back roads that we ended up taking were absolutely gorgeous. Lots of hills, lots of early springtime green.

This is a picture from our drive from Hot Springs to Lafayette. The back roads that we ended up taking were absolutely gorgeous. Lots of hills, lots of early springtime green.