Pack the trailer. Bus call is 2AM. Hit the road, arrive at the venue, home is behind you now. The band and crew are your family for the next 7 weeks. Load in, soundcheck, hurry up and wait. Play the show. The crowd is your family. The show is everything. Load out, eat sh*tty food, fall asleep in your coffin. Shower, rinse, repeat. Some days you’re on top of the world, some days you’re just surviving. It’s beautiful, it’s maddening, it’s a dream, it’s chaos. 32 shows. The beginning feels like yesterday and years ago at the same time. You’re home now. You share the couch with the love of your life and your puppy dog. Time to breathe and slow down. “It’s the hard that makes it great. If it was easy, everyone would do it.” Thank you, thank you, thank you. We’ll see you for one more, Saturday in LA.
