New Video Journal

Check out the VIDEO section below. We've posted footage from our Winter Tour with Limbeck. Enjoy!

In Too Deep

And so another tour comes to an end. The final show we played with our boys Alive In Wild Paint was at a place in Tucson called Solar Culture - an amazing gallery with a knack for doing great shows.

We've never driven back to Texas from Arizona at the end of a tour but we decided we'd leave after the show and drive 14 hours through the night to make it back home by Monday afternoon. We've done worse. When we went to LA for the beginning of the Limbeck tour we drove straight there. When our Wyoming show on this tour got cancelled we spent about 16 hours in the van backtracking from closed highway to closed highway finally making it to Salt Lake at something like 4 AM.

I don't know what most bands do but I know for a fact that if I was making those treks on my own I would've spent quite a few nights in motel rooms and not on the highway. But gas is more expensive than ever and it's cheaper and more fun to stay with friends, even if it means being a bit bleary-eyed the next day. These crazy drives we do through the middle of the night, back and forth across America; I think they're pretty indicative of who we really are as a band. We often tell each other we're in too deep now. Too deep to quit busting our asses. To deep to not give it a shot. Too deep to not push through with one more midnight van ride through the middle of the God-forsaken desert. So we keep going. Filling up the tank one more time and giving it all we've got. We're in too deep to back off now...

Ryan

Smells and Dreams

As the days grow longer and warmer new chapters of our life are being written every moment. We are two weeks into the summer tour season with many more to come. Currently driving through the high deserts of southern Colorado, it has suddenly occured to all of us how busy the next few months of our lives will be. Maybe it's the smell that makes us take notice. The smell of tour, when our clothes begin to smell like our bodies and our bodies begin to smell like our van. When everything around us starts to smell like whatever dive bar we played the night before. The way the trailer smells after it rains and the way it mixes with the laundry bags soiled with the cigarettee smoke and alchohol that has seeped through our pores. Why would anyone want to live this way? Maybe it's just fun. Maybe it's chasing some dream or fantasy we can't give up on. Woody Guthrie said, "Ain't no home for me in this world." Maybe we're ramblers of sorts. Whatever it is, we are increasingly optimistic about our future.

In recent news "Mending" is doing well. Perhaps even better than we imagined. It was released a couple days ago in major chain stores and has been selling well on iTunes. We thank everyone who has supported us through the release of the record. Tour has been increasingly positive as well. Growing crowds at home and in many random cites have led not only to new fans but new friendships as well. Friends we will not soon forget, including our current tour-mates Alive in Wild Paint. In June we plan to head to the east coast and new england with Brooke Waggoner and band from Nashville. Armed with a new booking agent and a recently aquired Navajo dream catcher we are ready for whatever the world has in store for us.

While plagued by my own reoccuring dreams of snakes, Guy is tormented by tornados. Ryan's alomost apocolyptic dreams leave him feeling the end is nigh. Alex often dreams of funerals for friends and Nathan's dreams of living in is his former rental trailer leave him feeling he is running from his past. While the dream catcher will give us some peace of mind from our darkest fears for now, it's the dreams during the day that draw us together. Not daydreams of fame and fortune but instead success. Not life changing success just comfortable success. If said success has an odor it smells like I smell now. It smells like the trailer and it smells like the van. It even smells like my shirt. The fragrance we all wear day after day on the road. A scent we rarely notice anymore but now is more pungent than ever. If you want to understand what we do and why we do it, come see us play in your city. Come sit in our van. Smell, taste, and see that rock and roll is good.

Jacob