We just played a two hour show on the surface of the moon. The stage was technically inside Eastern Tennessee State University’s student union, but between the high-powered flood lights, the in-space-no-one-can-hear-you-scream acoustics and the still unexplained house-sized granite outcropping that occupied roughly 1/3 of the venue, we could practically taste the Tang.

The rest of Tennessee has been kind of a blur. There was a midday dip in Lake Boon, some sweet tea, some Cheerwine, Vernon’s forty-five minute lesson in southern rock history…now we’re all sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop, holed up in our ridiculously nice hotel rooms and debating how many towels we should steal.

“Hitchhiker’s Guide…to the Galaxy? Because what you want is the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe, that’s the newer one with the Dr. No interior, that lets you travel through time.” ( – Vernon)