Hanging out at Elijah’s relatives’ house in Ghent, New York as we work on our acoustic set and get our ducks in a row for the tour.
In other developments:
— Continuing to book shows, and planning the loop back to New York from California.
— Played the Hawthorne Valley Farm Harvest Festival. Frank Serpico danced.
— Ditch gave up his shoelace at the gig so Sarah could fix her guitar (shoe picture).
— Had to take a day off from playing bass because I overused the muscles in my left hand. Hence the hot water bottle.
— My allergies are insane (bottom center).
— It’s beautiful here.
Hey. I’m on tour with Elijah Ocean. I’m blogging about it here.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
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