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I'm way behind on the updating. Here's a quick update.
***Two weeks go I was in Montana with the band. We played to good-sized crowds in both Missoula and Whitefish. I'm not sure which is bigger. Missoula had a WAY bigger room, but we packed the brewery in Whitefish. We made some good money at the door and by selling CDs. We spent two days in Whitefish recording at this amazing studio outside of town. I can't really describe how nice this house is. The photos I will post on Flickr in the near future may do a sub-par job, but at least it's something.
I love traveling with the band. Everyone has the mentality of "going with the flow" which to me is the only way to travel. You can't control things on the road, the road controls you in a large sense, and letting it take you where you need to go is crucial for a successful trip. With that said, you need to get to the club on time for load-in each night, but how you get there is up to you.
On our way to Whitefish we stopped at a bar on Flathead Lake so Chad could watch the Husky game. They lost, but we certainly won after a few drinks when we jumped in Flathead Lake for a swim. The cold water and invigorating breast stroke I did was the perfect remedy to the previous night's adventures in Missoula.
***I had a couple weeks to work and move Ellen into my apartment in Seattle after that. Jake took over Ellen's old place, and we are still in the middle of unpacking. So much stuff left to be done.
***I just got back from another trip to the Midwest. This time to the Fargo/Moorhead area for a friend's wedding. It ranks up there as one of the more fun weekends with my friends in the past few years. Unlike the last wedding, nobody brought home any bums from the bar at 4 am with promises of free beer.
We played a game of wiffleball in a park by the Red River, and all sorts of crazy things happened. Three times I struck out a friend that played college ball. So did the groom-to-be's 12-year-old nephew. That same nephew also hit a home run off the same friend, who actually was a pitcher in college. The groom-to-be also had a game of a lifetime, and we nominated him player of the game. He was on my team, and my team won.
The day after the wedding, Ellen and I went to Wadena, MN, where my uncle, aunt, cousins, and grandparents live. My grandparents moved there earlier this year to be closer to their youngest son and his family, my uncle and my dad's brother. It's a nice little town and we enjoyed our visit. They took us up to the Mississippi headwaters on a sunny fall day. The trees were all changing color. We stopped at a pumpkin farm and bought some fruit.
At Lake Itasca, the source of the Mississippi, you can walk across the beginning of one of America's greatest rivers by hopping on a few large rocks. It is probably no wider than 20 feet in width. I could write at length about the symbolism and humble persistence of rivers, but I'll save that for another day.
I'm back at work now.
My grandparents sent me home with 10 lbs of sausage.
***Two weeks go I was in Montana with the band. We played to good-sized crowds in both Missoula and Whitefish. I'm not sure which is bigger. Missoula had a WAY bigger room, but we packed the brewery in Whitefish. We made some good money at the door and by selling CDs. We spent two days in Whitefish recording at this amazing studio outside of town. I can't really describe how nice this house is. The photos I will post on Flickr in the near future may do a sub-par job, but at least it's something.
I love traveling with the band. Everyone has the mentality of "going with the flow" which to me is the only way to travel. You can't control things on the road, the road controls you in a large sense, and letting it take you where you need to go is crucial for a successful trip. With that said, you need to get to the club on time for load-in each night, but how you get there is up to you.
On our way to Whitefish we stopped at a bar on Flathead Lake so Chad could watch the Husky game. They lost, but we certainly won after a few drinks when we jumped in Flathead Lake for a swim. The cold water and invigorating breast stroke I did was the perfect remedy to the previous night's adventures in Missoula.
***I had a couple weeks to work and move Ellen into my apartment in Seattle after that. Jake took over Ellen's old place, and we are still in the middle of unpacking. So much stuff left to be done.
***I just got back from another trip to the Midwest. This time to the Fargo/Moorhead area for a friend's wedding. It ranks up there as one of the more fun weekends with my friends in the past few years. Unlike the last wedding, nobody brought home any bums from the bar at 4 am with promises of free beer.
We played a game of wiffleball in a park by the Red River, and all sorts of crazy things happened. Three times I struck out a friend that played college ball. So did the groom-to-be's 12-year-old nephew. That same nephew also hit a home run off the same friend, who actually was a pitcher in college. The groom-to-be also had a game of a lifetime, and we nominated him player of the game. He was on my team, and my team won.
The day after the wedding, Ellen and I went to Wadena, MN, where my uncle, aunt, cousins, and grandparents live. My grandparents moved there earlier this year to be closer to their youngest son and his family, my uncle and my dad's brother. It's a nice little town and we enjoyed our visit. They took us up to the Mississippi headwaters on a sunny fall day. The trees were all changing color. We stopped at a pumpkin farm and bought some fruit.
At Lake Itasca, the source of the Mississippi, you can walk across the beginning of one of America's greatest rivers by hopping on a few large rocks. It is probably no wider than 20 feet in width. I could write at length about the symbolism and humble persistence of rivers, but I'll save that for another day.
I'm back at work now.
My grandparents sent me home with 10 lbs of sausage.