Carpe
...and at once I am leveled by the grandeur of Northern California. The windshield of the bus is a rolling mural of the West and just like that, coffee hour has taken a panoramic turn for the better. I am reminded right now that no matter how consuming this job, or any of our jobs are, you can not be enveloped by any one thing in your life. You have to have the ability to take a minute, take a deep breath, and smell the proverbial roses. This morning, the roses came in the form of 12 guys whom I am proud to call my friends watching the beauty of California drift toward us, a buzz with talk of the new album and our upcoming event at The Warfield. More often than not, mornings on tour are forgettable at best, but today felt right. California is a planet.
ps: Jefferson just won 268.50 at Wheel of Fortune. Sick, brah
Wade Wilby
