As For My Opinion of Motel 8's..

Morning. I’m situated in the driver’s seat of the tour bus or black exterra…depends on perception I say. Last night we played Waynesburg College and got tons of free cranberry juice. Then we’d ask for more, They kept giving it too…it was fantastic.
Jason Harwell joined up with yesterday to open some shows. He was the showman last night dipping between jovial tunes and the backhanded existential ones. Jason is a visionary and really funny, so I like talking to him. We never get caught in the inconsequential junk. If there comes a time where we do..we decided to stop talking. At least this is how I see it. He has a new EP that just dropped. I had the honorable duty of co-producing it with the resilient James Gregory. It’s called “Broken Headphones”…please check it out at www.jasonharwell.com…it’s that rich, rich indie folk. Motel 8’s aren’t at all so bad either. We stayed there last night, and they even had wireless Internet. I only mention this because I’m mostly sure I’ve heard someone beef on the Motel 8. No need. You can stop because it’s fine.

I haven’t started to miss home yet, but if you’re reading this I probably miss you. Grant Park was meant for the Summer. We have a porch that we’ve designated for what the laymen call “ the summer hang”….a place meant only for those who dwell and brood. You cannot dwell and brood all of the time here; in fact, I will say that it’s only appropriate for one person to brood or dwell per night. That way, the rest of us must counsel and listen. Or everyone is simply in a good mood, and the mentioned info has no relevance. I’ve got loads of love for porches. Looking forward to the transfer of highway to porch. For now, I play, sing, and make friends. Which ain’t so bad either. I’ve got half of a recorded recorded too. New news. Blessings.

MD