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
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