So happy to be heading up the East Coast and seeing trees where there leaves actually change color. Also we’re thrilled to get to play some awesome venues, seeing some amazing friends/family/might-as-well-be-family. The weather has been chilly, crisp, and sunny. It’s fun wearing coats and gloves and scarves and things. Being on tour is amazing. It’s costly, dangerous, uncertain, foolish even. But that’s part of the adventure. The thing is, you have to go to where people are. You can’t assume they will find you. You’re playing for some people who know who you are already, hoping to fulfill their anticipations, making merry with old friends. You’re also hoping to catch random barflies by surprise.
Waxing prosaic about touring makes me curious why, in this age of YouTube and digital downloads, one needs to hit the road to help be discovered. It’s a mathematical improbability that it should ever be practical to stab in the dark the way we’re doing. Somehow, though, it works, at least on a small scale. The audiences are small, but the effect we are able to have on them is great. Nothing compares to reaching people in a live capacity. No NBC reality talent contest can compare to the visceral experience of an in-person performance of original music. We sometimes play to hundreds, we sometimes play to the bartender. It’s always worth it, somehow. Hard to describe really. Or maybe it’s easy to describe and I just haven’t had any coffee yet today.