Is this where the interstate ends?

With decisions aside, I'm headed home tomorrow for a while.  I can't say for how long, and I can't say for how shortly.  I want to thank some people for sharing their time, stories, and lives with me.  

     Jeremy Menard for being understanding, always an open ear, and giving me that big brother-like feeling.  I have older sister figures, but have only had short experiences with them.  Thanks for your advice, your stories and your support, but most of all for making me NOT lose my mind sitting around Spruce all day.  

     Kurt Cain-Walther for being one-hundred percent real.  He tells it like it is, and didn't sell himself, nor his words short, and always had polite nice things to say.  I can truly say that I've found a great friend out here in Kurt.  

     Shane Reynolds for being goofy and relaxed.  It's always a refreshing feeling to meet someone who's a talented musician and can just be a total retard and have fun in the down-time.  Too many people in bands get too serious, and tend to think with clouded vision.  Shane kept it clear and focused, yet fun and light hearted. Thank you for that, Shane.

     

As for me, the curtains(yes!) will not slowly close, the fire will not burn out.  I have a passion.  I have done this passion, I am doing this passion, and I will continue to do this passion for the remainder of my life.  I may be stepping down from the ladder a little bit, but I consider myself one of a lucky breed of human being to have found out what they have wanted to do with their life.  I thank all those who support me, and never stop counting my lucky stars.  If they say the world is in your hands, then you must need only a handful of lucky stars as an example of where you should shoot for.

-E

Maps

Its funny to look at maps while you're not home.  It shows that you are far from home, but at the same time you realize that you're never really out of reach.   It's refreshing and revitalizing to look at maps and see exactly how far away you are.   Let's say you're about 11 hours from home; You know that you have the freedom to drop everything you're doing at the moment and make that drive at any given time, and if you do it accordingly, can make it home just in time for dinner to hit the table.  

      I can't wait to go home again to see everyone that I love and miss dearly; My Dad and Mom, my brother Matt, my closest friends Drew, Joe and Bethany, and of course the person that brings out the best in my, Kelsey.  I hope nothing has changed with anyone when I come home.  I know I haven't kept in the closest contact with some certain friends and loved ones, but we've all had distance before, and the ones that matter stay close no matter how far the distance.  I can say that I'm not worrying too much about it.   Next Friday will make my month.  It'll be so refreshing.  

Goodnight, Virginia. 

Haunting Interstates

Is this where the interstate ends? In coastal towns like these?

Jamming a playlist.  2am, driving. Only one awake.

Its a funny, but misplaced feeling. 

I get this solitary feeling while driving late in the wee hours of the morning, and while I'm performing with my band for a small group of disinterested people.  

It's like I'm a ghost.  When I'm at the show I get this feeling of wanting to be noticed, but nobody does.  Everything is in slow motion.   When I'm driving in the wee hours of the morning, it's like I have no sense of time.  

Sometimes I exist in a state of confusion, perhaps like being stuck in a dream.  While I'm gone, I feel like everyone I know at home is thinking about me like I'm gone and never coming back.   Traveling dark lonely roads, nothing but the sound of the engine and the wind hitting the van, the singular headlights and trailer lights, and darkness we blow through at 70mph.

In the end, its all worth it with the high hopes of getting somewhere with it, growing as a band, and moving further with our conjoined career.  

Keep the engine fired up.  It's time to do some driving.

-E