update from becca

 

Hey y’all, Foster Addington made this little video of me last time I was in Lynchburg. Check it out here:

Update From Chris

Hey guys sorry it’s been so long between updates. Things have been busy beyond measure for the four of us.

Ben & Hannah are getting ready to leave the farm around the holidays to have some much needed rest & time with family, with plans to move to Nashville around the start of the year.

Becca & I are getting settled in our new house in East Nashville. This past month has been filled with playing music, meeting our heroes, & plenty of whiskey to go around.

Nashville has been so inspiring & there is such a great creative vibe here. I have been burning the candle at both ends with writing a ton of new stuff.

In other news, we’ve just received the final mixes from Becca’s first EP & they sound beautiful! Once it’s mastered y’all will love it!

The four of us are real excited to get together again & make music! Everyone has brand new songs & stories to bring to your ears very soon! We wanna try & get a record out as soon as we have everything settled. Definitely keep your ears to the ground with that.

In the meantime I figured I’d share a poem I wrote about my first week in Nashville. Thanks so much for keeping us in mind! We’ll have more ever so soon!

Mecca Variations

& now the times are joyous & boastful!

Burning nights in whiskey-wised glory arguing with poets & glamour-folks discoursing faith & tolerance on back yard constructs drinking exotic flair in flannel & tobacco –

Wandering sky-scraped canyons for records & literary criticisms amidst the drunken Saints of Broadway – & I also drunk

Entertaining lesbians & hooded punkers in the tattoo bars of East Paradise chain smoking politics –

Sleeping hardwood floors in project-hotels well beyond the decibel limits of black nightclubs & artillery rounds –

Exchanging numbers in basement showrooms of occupational hipsters dancing in bask-light hops/barley-wielding night dressed patrons –

Feeling true finality freedom in Cumberland mists & stadium seats along the back-pedaled bridges of junkies & Christs –

O for my Southwest Buddha bloodline to adopt such wonders & zip code hostels in manic wintry chaos!

We will wax our coats & feel blizzards of the road traveled in four-part choruses without the noose of distance dangling in barnyards & Opry houses yet!

cb