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If you’d have asked me 7 months ago what I’d be doing in 7 months, I probably wouldn’t have been able to call the ball too well.

It’s funny, interesting, and a bit unnerving how life can throw you a big curve ball from time to time. Occasionally it ends up being right where you were aiming though and the ball goes screaming down the 3rd base line.

Having been on the road with the Daylights the past six months, this is what my iPhone photo map looks like:

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And to think that there are several states along the way that I didn’t even take a picture in while we were trucking through… crazy…

While it’s true that we don’t get to really dig in to most of the cities we visit, just the opportunity to get a small glimpse at such a large variety of America is more than so many will ever see. I am supremely grateful for the experiences I’ve been able to enjoy lately… even amidst a ridiculous amount of driving, abnormal sleeping schedules, unpredictable food options, and extremely varied venue environments.

The last tour run with the Parlotones took us through the South into Florida and all through the east coast, much of which I had never visited before. As of the last entry, we were just coming into New York City (my first time) to play the Bowery Ballroom. In the days that followed, we would drive circles around the dreaded New Jersey turnpike heading to Washington DC, Philadelphia, New Jersey, and back on home to LA.

Amidst all of the different spur-of-the-moment events of the tour, our romp through DC was far and away the most rewarding for me. After driving into town straight to the venue, loading in, playing the show, breaking down, and loading out, we were a bit stripped of travel time needing to be in Philly earlier than usual the next day.

Despite it already being past 1am, I really wanted to make a quick stop by the nation’s capitol before we left town. Ricky and Ran were both insistent that I needed to see it as well so Svend drove the van down to the National Mall area and parked on a side street after being stopped by cops on the capitol entrance road which you apparently can’t bring a trailer down due to security concerns.

Being the proud Dane that he is, Svend decided he was more interested in sleep than a late night glimpse into American history, so he decided to stay with the van while the Jackson brothers and I set off on foot.

“Back in 15 minutes.” Ricky told him.

Two hours later we had walked (and at points had run) the entire two miles of the National Mall. From the Capitol to the Washington monument to the WWII memorial to the Lincoln memorial (and the unfortunately drained reflection pool currently under renovation), we took everything in with only a few other night owls drifting around and I don’t think I’d have had it any other way.

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The last show in Philly was an odd venue for a rock show, but as official tour prank night, both bands still managed to have quite a show with Kahn (Parlotones’ lead singer) coming onstage for an interpretive performance during “Boy on the Moon” while the guys and I replaced the Parlos’ red ties with baby blue versions and then dressed up as them (complete with black makeup & fake tattoos) for a rampage during their last big number.

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By the end of the tour, we were so exhausted that we ended up spending an entire extra day at a friend’s place outside of Philadelphia without even discussing it (I woke up at 5pm in that afternoon and never left the house).  

The 2,800 mile drive back west was a beast, but we met up with a few good friends along the way, pulled over in the middle of nowhere a couple times to look at the stars, and all made it home safely in one piece.

As tour manager, I don’t get the chance to pull the camera out much at every show anymore. There are just too many proverbial plates to keep spinning that take precedence, but I think we still managed to come away with a few good images.

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Big ups to Drew Shirley from Switchfoot for pinch hitting while Ran was on the DL at the beginning of the tour.

Much love to the Parlotones and their crew: Kahn, Glen, Neil, Paul, Willem, and Grant. Thanks for the laughs our new South African brothers. Hope to see you guys soon on the other side of the pond. It’s all lekker.

Lastly, thank you to everyone who came out, supported the band, helped with the merch table, opened their house to us, joined us for dinner, showed us around your town, watched the Mavs destroy the Heat with us (Tyler), or met us at a random gas station in Oklahoma to share some fears and dreams.

Mahalo.