Tour Life: Week One
You cannot truly revel in the glory of victory, unless you have lived through the sacrifice.
After a few days of final prep and family visits in the Corvallis, OR area, Jessicca and I made our way to the first official stop on this leg of the tour - Medford, OR at Johnny B's. It's listed online as a dive bar, but it was also one of the only music venues we could find that got back to us in the area. Getting your name out in a new city without any radio play or press is just not an easy thing. So, while there may not have been many people there the first show of the tour, I at least met some cool people, and sold a couple CDs. And then things got really interesting.
We packed up in a mad dash, so we could hit In-N-Out before they closed, and made our way to Yreka, CA to stay at our friend's house prior to my show at The Wine Bar & Bistro the following night. It was only an hour away from Medford, so we knew it would be well worth it to drive to our destination, no matter what time we got there. So, we got our delicious burgers, and made our way across the Oregon/California border around 2am, and carefully followed our GPS instructions towards our destination in a beautiful ranch near a town called Little Shasta. That clever little device told us to get off at an exit that was going to be a tiny shortcut. That "shortcut" was about 30 minutes of backroads, if you want to call them roads at all. They were dirt roads, winding and curving, and narrowing the longer we stayed on them. It was pitch black. My high beams felt so meaningless on the dark windy roads. Nothing looked familiar, and there were no lights, no driveways, no houses to mark in case we were stuck somewhere and needed help. When we were nearly 4 miles away, the GPS started to disappear, and of course there was no cell service. I was starting to worry that we may have to sleep in the van until morning, which set my imagination lose; are we gonna get eaten by a mountain lion? What if no one ever finds us? What do we do??? We kept driving. Eventually the GPS came back, and we found our friend's ranch. We never were lost, but we sure did see a different side of Northern California. At least, the 30-40 feet patches directly in front of us.
When we told our friends about our terrifying experience, they were impressed that we found our way down the "back roads," and humored by our retelling of our panicked night drive.
They really have a beautiful property, and it was a blast to wake up to the cute pups that happily greeted us.
The show at The Wine Bar & Bistro was amazing. I had played there last May, and not only did everyone who was there return for this show, but they knew the words to the songs from The Starting Line. There is something so wonderful and affirming about having people sing along with you, especially when they're singing songs that you wrote.
There was even a group who hadn't been there in May, but decided to come based on the ads she'd seen. Everyone sang, danced, listened, enjoyed wine, and it was a magical night! It was reminiscent of the send off we had a little more than a week ago at Moulton Falls.
We're currently in San Francisco, and spent the day sight seeing, and enjoying the vast array of Bay Area public transportation. I'm so pumped for tonight's show at the Hotel Utah Saloon in San Francisco. I look forward to sharing more stories with you soon!
Thanks for listening with your heart!