Dean Croissants,
Short dispatch from The Pendleton Inn here in Oregon. We performed around 8 this evening and I’m now back at the hotel, drinking in the sound of a quiet room; just the air conditioner humming and and the water running in the bathroom pipes. My ears are blown out from playing our set, and then standing up front to watch Charley Crockett, which was beautiful btw (My bandmate said “If he doesn’t watch out he’s gonna get that mic stand pregnant” and that about sums it up, but I was very much there for it).
This is my last tour for now with Pony Bradshaw and co, and I will miss being part of this rowdy, powerful band. There’s something special about watching hundreds of people in bedazzled cowboy boots, hats, and daisy dukes, screaming along to lines like “shaped like clay, into a / confederate apotheosis / and left on the dirty steps of time/ just like an orphan”… THE POWER OF POETRY DONE RIGHT
(I also had to look up apotheosis- it means “the highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax”… it’s from Safe in the Arms of the Vernacular )
Here are some other highlights from the tour:
Thai food in Portland, where Bob was relegated to the kids table.
Doing glam for Matt in Greeley, Colorado
Got to play a few songs full band style in Seattle, WA
Team meeting on the luggage cart somewhere in the USA
Hope you are all having a wonderful week!
Yours in Pastry,
RB
That song gets me every time, he’s such a masterful lyricist. I’m sure they’ll miss you too, looking forward to seeing what’s next though 🩷