Notes from a borrowed van

We borrowed the van from Clea's aunt with a promise to bring it back with the same number of dents. We are at two new ones, and every one has a story.

The first week

Melbourne sold out, which still does not feel real. Auckland, New Zealand was a Tuesday and somehow louder. By the third night we had stopped writing the setlist before soundcheck.

The merch table is where we meet everyone. Jonah keeps a notebook of which towns buy the most tote bags. It is a strange and useful science.

Someone told us they drove 300 miles in a snowstorm to hear the quiet song. We played it twice.

Otto

The second leg starts soon. New song, new shirt, same van. If you see us at a gas station, say hello.