Rain. Art. Sushi. And the President.
Whew! Time flies when the van you're driving gets 10 miles to the gallon. If you, or someone you know, would like to sponsor our next tour in an all-together green light, we're ready to combine your money with our good intentions.
Pennsylvania, let's see. We were soggy. And at one point there were tears in Philly, but that led to free parking so: embarrassing, yes, but economical. We rolled into Washington D.C. and had just enough down-time to experience the following: some serious museum time, a home-made sushi fest made by Liz (where we met a bunch of cool people who work their asses off, including a health care lobbyist who was very secretive about his work), warm hospitality via two lovely friends Emily & Cecile, hopeful Obama sightings, and more rain. Lesson learned: you have to drive all the way to D.C. to hang out with a pink fairy armadillo (somethingus truncatus).
Observe the following pictures: 1) pink fairy armadillo 2) health care lobbyists 3) far more home-made sushi than can fit in a doggie bag
Now, an interesting phenomenon has taken place within certain audiences in certain cities. It is a silent practice
that reveals itself at the end of our shows. Some audience members seem to be sketching away while we play and, lucky for us, they deliver the goods when we're done. Sometimes the depiction is of one of us, or both of us, or just a body part of one of us. And this is fascinating behavior. Here are some representations.
The first picture is a napkin sketch done in Cincinnati. The artist handed it to Tyler as he walked past us and out into the rain. Deliciously mysterious! The next two pictures are from Cecelia who sketches musicians in Potsdam, NY. She can be found at welcometothecasbah.yolasite.com. The pink picture is actually the first bit of art we received. It was done in Milwaukee and handed to me with this quote: "This is what your eyes look like when you roll them back in your head." No doubt a striking resemblance. Thanks!
We left D.C. with a hangover (thanks, Cecile and Co.!), much appreciation for the very respectful listeners at Comet Ping Pong (thanks for the gig, Emily!), and more rain and snow on our heels. We made our way down to Tennessee with a quick stop-over in Ashville, NC. Somehow we found ourselves driving through The Shire to get there. Seriously. The Shire. Although gorgeous and tasty and music-filled, the snow found its way to Ashville too, so we saddled up Roci and headed to warmer pastures.
Up next: Tumbledown House accidentally finds religion in Nashville.
Pennsylvania, let's see. We were soggy. And at one point there were tears in Philly, but that led to free parking so: embarrassing, yes, but economical. We rolled into Washington D.C. and had just enough down-time to experience the following: some serious museum time, a home-made sushi fest made by Liz (where we met a bunch of cool people who work their asses off, including a health care lobbyist who was very secretive about his work), warm hospitality via two lovely friends Emily & Cecile, hopeful Obama sightings, and more rain. Lesson learned: you have to drive all the way to D.C. to hang out with a pink fairy armadillo (somethingus truncatus).
Observe the following pictures: 1) pink fairy armadillo 2) health care lobbyists 3) far more home-made sushi than can fit in a doggie bag
Now, an interesting phenomenon has taken place within certain audiences in certain cities. It is a silent practice
that reveals itself at the end of our shows. Some audience members seem to be sketching away while we play and, lucky for us, they deliver the goods when we're done. Sometimes the depiction is of one of us, or both of us, or just a body part of one of us. And this is fascinating behavior. Here are some representations.
The first picture is a napkin sketch done in Cincinnati. The artist handed it to Tyler as he walked past us and out into the rain. Deliciously mysterious! The next two pictures are from Cecelia who sketches musicians in Potsdam, NY. She can be found at welcometothecasbah.yolasite.com. The pink picture is actually the first bit of art we received. It was done in Milwaukee and handed to me with this quote: "This is what your eyes look like when you roll them back in your head." No doubt a striking resemblance. Thanks!
We left D.C. with a hangover (thanks, Cecile and Co.!), much appreciation for the very respectful listeners at Comet Ping Pong (thanks for the gig, Emily!), and more rain and snow on our heels. We made our way down to Tennessee with a quick stop-over in Ashville, NC. Somehow we found ourselves driving through The Shire to get there. Seriously. The Shire. Although gorgeous and tasty and music-filled, the snow found its way to Ashville too, so we saddled up Roci and headed to warmer pastures.
Up next: Tumbledown House accidentally finds religion in Nashville.
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