EVERYDAYISDAYONE

I love The Lucksmiths.

Tomorrow morning, I leave Manhattan for a loop through the Midwest. I really am excited. I am. I mean, I get to drive around and play songs at night and meet new people. It’s great, really. It is pretty sour though. Even though it’s only ten days, I will miss this town. I really am enjoying my summer, hanging out with great friends and roommates, writing songs, forming bands, listening to lots of great music. It has been nice.

Yet, I’m ready. If I were able to tour for month after month, I would do it. There aren’t many feelings that can top being on the road and living in different cities each night. And getting to play songs that I made up. And really, really enjoyed crafting. I am very, very lucky.

[moving on]

Tonight was a nice night. There was a show at The Dusty Bookshelf, and it was great. I played, then Baby Birds Don’t Drink Milk, followed by Ghosty. If you don’t know me, then you should know that Ghosty is one of my favorite bands. And they are from Lawrence. Back when I had josephrmurphy.com, I posted about them, so I won’t again - but I will say that Andrew Connor writes incredibly intricate guitar lines, strange and appealing chord progressions, and he has a great voice. Ghosty is wonderful, and I will always hold a little place in my heart for that band, because they are essentially what got me into the music “scene” I am in now.

Baby Birds Don’t Drink Milk are downstairs right now. Genuine, genuine dudes. I showed Doby (Boo Hiss, who is up for the tour tomorrow) and Isaac (drummer/keyboardkiller for BBDDM) the goodness that is SodaCentral. No Keno tonight, though. Oh, and Drew headed a killer jam session in our basement. Everytime we played a song, it was better than the last.

Paul Protocol and Abby came from Lawrence, which was sweet of them. I miss hanging out with Paul. I wish we could still just make beats everyday. When I think about me living in Lawrence, it seems sort of surreal. The air I think about feels so much different than the air I’m breathing now. Everything feels different. But it feels great.

This post is extremely long, and I apologize. But how am I supposed to sleep when The Lucksmiths are playing? And how am I supposed to turn it off? It’s too good.

“You kept me guessing, and your distance. Were it not for my persistence, we would never have been lovers. You kept your distance and me guessing, finally acquiescing. Only after I discovered you kept the things I sent you - the lengths I went to.”

Leave me a comment with your mailing address (or e-mail it to me, everydayisdayone@gmail.com) and I will mail you a postcard or other goodie from somewhere in the Midwest you are not from.

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