I think I’ve clocked around 8,490 miles in the last two weeks.
The last leg, Minneapolis to Utah to drop the gear was inevitable. A tour isn’t a real tour without a vehicle breakdown. Thank you to the good people in Lincoln, Nebraska, for getting us back on the road.
I’m having a quick five days in Utah to decompress before a few UK festivals.
I don’t know what has shifted in me with touring. It feels really beautiful, and I’ll try to describe it. There are no longer the same pressures and I’m not hard on myself anymore. I feel open to whatever the night brings, more trusting I guess. And I think somewhere in that, memories are resonating a bit deeper and so are conversations. I’m glad that the first shows in the USA were acoustic. I was ready to be a bit more vulnerable.
The highlights: so much kindness, from venues and audiences. Rescuing Arno the cat in DC. He’s neutered now and looking for a new home (best cat ever). Fireflies in Allegheny. Reconnecting with Whirring in a different way. Woodpeckers in Madison. Eight miles of walking in DC, remembering my nanny days. Mr Bear in Philly. Hugs. Lots of them.
I’m going to enjoy a few peaceful days. I’m very grateful. Thank you for making this tour beautiful and possible. You bought merch and tickets and brought the vibe. Diolch X
