These American Times

I'm sitting at the table in my kitchen thinking about what I have left to do before tomorrow. Tomorrow is a big day. Tomorrow is August 13th, 2009. Tomorrow, me and 3 others will begin an adventure. And that's the best way to put it. We are creating a journey that has no real direction or purpose other than our stabs at responsibility. And those are laughable at best. 

When I was 8 or so my best friend and I decided we would build a tunnel under my parent's front yard. A tunnel to where? That thought never entered my mind. For what purpose? That's irrelevant. We were going to build a fucking tunnel.

Tomorrow we will build a tunnel.

Chasing your dreams is like remembering your childhood games and asking adult questions of them. It makes no sense. But I'm convinced that the things really worth pursuing are the ones that make no sense to reason. Being a musician, or an artist of most any discipline, is really about chasing ridiculous dreams. It's about leaping off a cliff with 100 to one odds because you have no other choice. I've been fighting this urge since I left my parents house. So I bought a van, and planned a tour. A 1994 15 passenger van who's likelihood to break down increases with every additional mile it strains to achieve. But I can't help but keep thinking, what better way to travel the country?

This feels like a milestone. I don't know that we'll reach the first city on our list, but even if we don't, I'm still getting in that van and letting out a primal howl like Max.

I hope you will keep up with us on our website, and join in on our adventure. Join us for drinks and good times if you're in the cities we're visiting. Talk on your blogs and in your kitchens about doing things the things that seem inconceivable. These American Times is about hope. Feel that hope with us.