THE FEED

I'll be at Maple Street Mission Hall on Nov 19, doing a stripped-back set with a borrowed guitar. Maybe the one with the broken pickup.

Got back from the road yesterday: eleven shows, four thousand miles and one broken string. Thank you to every venue that fed me, every promoter who stayed to the end and every stranger who let me sleep on a couch. The van is clean, the laundry is not, and I'm already booking the next run.

Layered about forty vocal takes for the chorus. Sounds like a choir of one very tired person.

Watched the sun come up after a long night of mixing. Not recommended, but the light was lovely.