things that happened when we were away: seasons changed, clocks went back, new heads of state were elected, pipelines were protested, musical legends passed on, rain boots were swapped out for winter boots…
took a week off to digest being back in the motherland after a whirlwind of 7 weeks. a lot of musicians can attest to the realness that is post-tour depression and how difficult it is to get back in to a regular regime when all you can think about is the next chance you will have to leave again.
it doesn’t help that I had to part ways with two of the greatest tour partners possible; we saw Joey Clarkson off in the wee hours of our second to last day in London, spotting our first fox on the adjacent street as we were saying our goodbyes (because apparently that’s a normal thing), and I said adeu to Kirsten Ludwig at the YYC airport after 9 short hours in the air where we devised our next plan of action.
what can be said to curb post-tour, post-Trump, and soon-to-be post-holiday depression, is that 2017 will be ten thousand times better than 2016. every one feels it; if 2016 were to be erased from history books, no sleeps would be lost and nearly any protestors would take to the streets. 2016 was our rock bottom; 2016 was the collapse of one giant, gaseous nebula. but, with that, 2017 will be the star, newly formed from the rubble.
here is a photo from our first 10 minutes in Reykjavik.