Tour-Cation Days 7-9 (A Series of Brief Correspondences)

1)
Dear Chicago,

Sorry we wrecked you. Sometimes things get too real, and you buy the ticket and take the ride. We still love you, and will come back soon as we can to patch things up.

Also, thanks for providing shelter and gainful employment to Ken Sander, Chris Detmer, and all the other fine denizens of your city (at least the ones who have homes and jobs. Homeless people smell icky, and detract from our usual thoughts of bunnies and soapbox derbies).

You're so awesome that we don't even mind that we had to sacrifice Joseph's hat to you.

Yours, etc.


2)
Dear Willow,

Yeah.

You're so awesome that we don't even mind that we had to sacrifice David's hat to you.

Sincerely,

3)
Dear Wisconsin,

You are too big for people operating on a combined 7 hours of sleep over the last two days to have to drive through. But keep up the good work on truck stop buffets.

Warm Regards,

David and Joe

Tour-Cation Days 4-6

Getting ready to head into Illinois for Chicago and Willowfest, having emerged from PA, MD and WV full of breakfast buffet from a place called Jethro's, and with new baby clothes for the on-the-way Isaac. Super thanks to Raph for hooking up one of the best weeknight house shows we've gotten to be a part of, to Mike, Whitney, Brian, Jorve and Josh for the hospitality. Also thanks to everyone who came out to Haverhouse, and to Lisa Schaeffer for the photos. We will make it Rain in the Face.

Tour-cation, Days 1-3

We are so damn lazy, we booked a tour, and had only one show for the first three days. Thanks so much to Frontier Ruckus, all but one of whom managed to return from their hop over the pond without having caught a raging case of Eurotrash. Thanks also to Greg McIntosh for playing us, to Andy Garris for getting us super drunk and being shirtless, all of the people who came out to say hello, and especially to Chris Bathgate, who provided us with room and board and an introduction to cribbage involving involving rally shades.

Inside Jokes for Outsiders:

The shtaint (patent pending)
The lesser prophets of antifolk
Nice pants.