If I Had My Own World, I'd Build You An Empire...

And...tour is over. Or, ending. We are finishing the trek home. I have done a poor job keeping this updated. So now comes the short-hand long-winded recap of the tail end of this tour.

Driving from Colorado through Utah, Wyoming, Idaho and Oregon was beautiful. The mountains are breathtaking, and they make you feel smaller than you've ever felt in your life. Lots of thinking on those long drives. Sometimes that's good. Sometimes it makes your brain feel like you're going to explode. I've decided to make some changes for the immediate future. Big things happening. Stay tuned for more.

Portland was amazing. We had a whole day off there. I hopped on the train at night and went exploring downtown. What a clean, beautiful city. It seems like a city of young people. The adults even seemed young - like a bunch of Henry Rollins' walking around. I met Lindsay's friends, and they were great. Trip is probably one of the funniest people I've ever met in my life. They came to the show the next day and took me to get coffee at some crazy well-respected coffee shop. I didn't realize how huge coffee culture is out there. It's insane.

After the Pacific Northwest, we moved onward to California. Ahhh, California. It was everything I had expected and more. Magnificent. The Redwoods, the sweeping coasts, the mountains, the Golden Gate Bridge. New goal: save money in 2008 so that I can move to Cali in 2009.

The last few shows were extremely fun. More bonding, hanging, and semi-partying. Chris came back for a few shows. A good time was had by all. I will miss California, all of its sights and sounds and smells, and the people who I have befriended on this tour. Luckily, it won't be the last time I see many of them. This summer will be a blast.

The trek home has seemed to take forever. Hanging with The Color Fred has been awesome as usual. Solid dudes. I can't wait to get home and see everyone. BBQ's at Pat's. The Diner. Parties in NY. It will be a good 2 months. Time to decompress.

See you soon.

I Don't Know Which Way I'm Going, I Don't Know What I've Become...

I will be 25 years old in a few short months. 25. What have I accomplished? What am I doing with my life? Where will I end up? Scary.

I have a college degree. I have $110,000 debt due to student loans. I have a job that I love and that pays me to travel. I don't know how well it will pay me. I don't know where I will live after this tour. I've been single for well over 3 years. I'd like to get married and have a family some day, but I don't understand how I will meet someone while doing this job. Nor do I see myself meeting someone back home. And I didn't meet anyone while living in New York for 3 years. I want to make music, but I fear that while my friends also want to, that I may not come home to written songs or motivation. I have more gray hairs coming in. I feel significantly older. I look significantly older. I'm out of shape, and not close to being in as good of shape as I was 2 summers ago.

Why do we put such a concern on what we're doing by a certain age in our lives? Why does our culture revolve around the crowning achievements that people make at age X or Y?

What am I doing with my life?


This was pointless.