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At the end of the day all you can honestly do is try.
We last spoke in January. Perhaps. That being said, specifics are irrelevent, its been awhile.
We've seen quite a bit of the world since. Europe and United States mostly...or...exclusively but what a wonderful experience again. For this we thank you.
Throughout our journey, we've established that it is in fact a battle. You are with us, we are collectively fighting against all of it. Occassionally it, somehow, gets the better of us. We have had enough of it. So we are fighting and clawing daily. To what end? Who knows. No one ever does and if they do, they are not telling us anything.
Specifics: Thank you Rooney, Thank you Olli Schulz, Thank you Lani, and thanking you very kindly all of our friends new and old who came to spend an hour or 2 in your city wherever that had been. It was a pleasure to meet you / see you again.
The summer plods along. The cave is the only safe area so there are songs and a lot of them. At the moment, theres no plan, direction, or general gist of things. We are wandering aimlessly through a field of sound and air conditioning. Someday soon we will meet again, Im sure.
We miss you.
We have a theme. A miserable, repeating, yearning desperation. 
The fight, struggle, and eventual loss. It is so critical to our being at this very moment, even our own discontent is feeling a little less repetitive. Please, please winter...we are trapped in a cavernous subterranean realm. It may look and even sound like a beautiful getaway but it is, in fact...freezing. We've said it before, the posts and complaints weigh heavy even on our own constitution but its never been so unexaggerated.
Complaints aside...
Things are just fine.
We are halfway through the recording process for a new EP which should find its way to shelves this summer. The songs are sounding lovely. There is a single title we can confirm as of this date. It is a new song called 'Settlers Stars'. Well, they are all new songs so...moving on.
Tour. Indeed. Europe begins in May. We are confirmed for a week of shows with Rooney. We also understand that all of the dates have not yet been posted and of course we would love to come see all of you in your respective cities, towns, etc...that being said, trust us, if you do not see it updated as of yet there is a good chance that we will make it to a coordinate nearer your location sometime this spring/summer. More on this as it develops.
Back to the front. The door is closing, sunlight eroding, bitter chill settling back in. Please spring come for us soon. Its not too late.
Day 6 in the wonderful west. Los Angeles again and further south into San Diego. Thank you to those who came to spend some time with us. Duo set is working itself out.
We are packing up our temporary home here in beautiful Newport Beach. It is ending too soon but we are excited to be hitting the road with Jarrod in the morning. So far so good.
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Tomorrow on to Arizona.
Some new songs on the horizon. Please get in touch and keep us company out here on the road.
We began 2011 in solitude.
Cold punishing drifts of newly fallen snow they are climbing our front room windows. Salted ice flows create a treacherous impass at every turn and our winter assures wholeheartedly to leave would be, at the very least, an endeavor.
It is not unthinkable. Home, fireplaces, song, local friends while the days fall away. All comforting. All now, beginning to feel more routine rather than a sentence.
Routines. Not our best color. The focus shifts to escape. Comfort giving way to monotony. Something must be on the other side. A something which must be worth stirring us from the icy caverns of this dead of winter.
Los Angeles.
Leaving the 7 degrees fahrenheit, concrete, frosty malcontent of a Sunday morning to arrive in an 80 degree, palm strewn loveliness of that very same morning is the perfect remedy. We have arrived intrigued, thawed and renewed.
Its been a long time since we've last checked in here. A year? Perhaps. Since we've last spoken some things have happened.
Meet Your New Love.
Thank you for listening, we are very pleased that its here and you are hearing it. A benchmark for the beginning of the new journey.
A month has already passed since the opening words of this statement were written. Already travelled around the world since those thoughts landed on keys. Its still cold, its still winter and oddly enough, flying back to Los Angeles to start the second trip of 2011.
Its been a busy one, but for now, we are saying...not promising we shall be a bit more attentive. Tour is happening. Lets get re-acquainted.
http://www.highroadtouring.com/tour/atlanticpacific/
Welcome Back. Indeed. The grinding, shifting, dragging is starting to wither away. Light at the end of the tunnel, direction, all things good and nice. We are on the move again at long last.
Summer is winding down and the hours are approaching a new beginning. Changes have been less than subtle. A new form, new sound, new faces. Some things are destined to hold true to origin. Some are in constant flux. We are bringing a little bit of both.
Greetings new friends, hello old friends. Its nice to have you with us.
Looking onward and upward. We will see you soon. Come join us.
The vast arena of possibility is perhaps the most often and easily forgotten as we trudge through the doldrums of home. The days peel away, not without incident, but also not with...something. Abandoning our aspirations of another lengthy jaunt we retire on our newly acquired base. For now. It is comprised of both recent and familiar characters, all playing a different role, filling in the gaps, and making this short (hopefully) interum liveable. The movement presses on. Short clips broken off here and there. Certain instances bring us back to familiar territory while t he faces have changed the feeling remains.
Its mostly business now. Where do we go from here. Stay out of trouble. Keep your head down. Best foot forward. So on, etc...
This flicker still warms our home. At the end of the day, it was all we ever really wanted.
Now we would like some more.
The end of this year looms and the biggest event of our short existence is drawing near. For those of you who have banded together to help us through...we're trying to give it back and someday we will
Thank you friends.
Berlin, we've not forgotten. Time is a rare commodity these days and you are far too grand for a 15 minute reminder.
Lazy London morning spills over into traffic on all sides as our departure becomes an excerise in patience and cooperation. We are headed to the English countryside, Steventon Oxford for Truck Festival. The drive is long for such a short distance though newly acquired passengers make it all the more manageable. Arrive hours later, however not late, in the sleepy town as old as anything we've seen so far on this journey. Coop for supplies then catch up with Claire. Sort out the credentials and build base camp near a fence in the midst of a fully functional cow pasture. We are in view of the site, main stage and all surrounding campers while slowly the masses begin to pour in. The van becomes a hostel and the 2 tents provided are home for the rest of the weekend. We have the good fortune of camping next to David and the other Zoe. They are very generous and we are grateful to be near them.This seems a well deserved end to a long trip. Within the past months, whether the scene and the sights were peaceful (as many if not all were) this feels like the first time we have nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one to track down. Most of the day is spent laying around in the grass or taking in long walks around the perimeter. Truck Festival is very simply a collective of positivity. It is good to see old friends and a feeling of familiarity sweeps through the camp. In vast detail every aspect of this experience would take volumes to describe. The sounds, the majesty of the setting, and love for the company we keep are far too expansive. It is again, an overwhelming experience. It will all be ending soon. Best not to think about it.
Inevitably, Supergrass can play no longer. Christine has said her farewells, Neil and Adam pressing on, Mark gone missing, the Bennetts all consumed with post fest details, and the rest of the locals fully engulfed in beat hive bliss or other. We pull up stakes, fold up tents, pack in the bus and slowly limp down the access road. There are a few hours sleep to be had. Morning, pre-sun morning being a rarity in waking, has arrived. Farewell Zoe. Back to Dover. Breakfast at a local 'American' diner and then this unit parts ways. One to stay and the rest to travel onward and connect home. Brothers and sisters, its been a wonderful experience. Truly unforgettable.
This journey had begun at an airport in Berlin as a party of 3. How it ended, if only temporarily, left us speechless. To those we met and to those we did not we would like to sincerely, with all that we are, thank you for making this possible and contributing in some way or form to its growing, pulsing being.
Untill we meet again. A/P.
