We keep finding really good deals at Candlewood Suites around the country. They all have tiny kitchens, tables, and seem like studio apartments. They are good for towns where we don’t know anyone.
Tonight we played Athens for the first times. Athens seems to be similar in certain ways to where we’re from. Nice folks.
Went to the Manhattan for popcorn and beers with Allie and Dustin, and stayed way past last call, talking childhood, quantum physics, and E.S.P. Love meeting people who want to talk about the same crazy stuff we do.
Reminded me: a very interesting couple movies and books that came up in conversation:
Books: “Dogs who know when their owners are coming home” and “The Field” (both have actual proof of E.S.P.)
Movies: “What the $&#* do we know”, and “The Waking Life”. (both connect psychology and quantum physics.
P.s. Our hotel kitchen countertops are granite. We are being waaaay too fancy.
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Here is Crouching Olive, Hidden Dragon
Olive summers in Colorado. Here is Beth’s brother, John, who, along with his new wife, Alexis, takes care of our dog, Olive, for about half the year each year, because of all our touring.
Olive has two mommies and two daddies. John is working from home today and sent this picture. He sells wind power to companies like Whole Foods and Vail ski resort, getting them to stop supporting coal plants in favor of wind farms. We love him.
These guys probably don’t need an introduction, unless you are like us and have had your head buried in the sand for the last however many years.
My brother (this is Beth), John Powers, likes them, and we sang one of their songs at his wedding, but otherwise hadn’t listened to them, even though they are, like us, from North Carolina.
Yan brought their album, Emotionalism, with him on his iPod, and tonight we decided to listen to it. We have been driving for more than 12 hours, and we are getting VERY pent up.
We stopped at a gas station and all started running laps in all directions until exhausted, returned to the car, and hit play on the first song of the album.
That was two hours ago, and it is just playing on repeat, filling the van with its almost unbelievable positivity and sing-along magic. It really is amazing at putting us in a good mood. Now I know what music to bring out on a gloomy day to make me sway back and forth and invent harmonies. Thanks, guys. For being real happy and just going ahead and making very catchy and instantly lovable songs.
Today is a drive day, as we head east over some really beautiful rolling hills, from Fayetteville, Arkansas, to Birmingham, Alabama, where we’ll sleep tonight.
We’re getting sort of a late start, because we convinced our hotel concierge to let us check out at 2 pm this afternoon, and then we went and had an unbelievably delicious lunch at this new place called Greenhouse Grille.
It was seriously the best meal I have had in months. We went there because we heard they had free range and grass fed meat. It was so good. Beth ordered the best thing, which was the jerk chicken entree. Unbelievably delicious. Also, the sweet potato fries killed it, and they came with a sauce called, “magic.” The server actually came to check up on us halfway through our meal and asked if we’d like any more magic.
The lunch was the perfect end of a great time in Arkansas. Beth got to see her cousin Molly, we played a show to a really nice audience, partly in a theatre, and partly in an ech chamber of a stairwell; we went to dinner with the lovely Michelle and Laurie, and then we met up with new friends at the Smoke & Barrel, where the bartender let Beth name the cute bear (Herman) on the beer tap.
Then we slept for twelve hours in a hotel that had a tiny kitchen in it. The night before, we had only gotten four hours of sleep, because the drive was so long from Nashville, and the Fayetteville show started early. It was probably a little weird for the audience because we acted really sleepy and weird on stage. Talked about piglets and tigers, stuff like that. But we made it through, and today we are refreshed and soothed, and everything’s gonna be ok.
Yan loves Pillow.
I love Phil.
We were sent a link to this sweet little homemade video made by we think a family of Bowerbirds fans, who got really creative on us with this thing. Check it out.
For Justin V.
