It’s Wednesday night. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the past two and a half weeks, which in the grand scheme of things is nothing, but still. It’s enough to twist your head around to the point where waking up in a rental car feels normal.

The great East Coast odyssey was Homeric in scope, even though I’m sworn to secrecy about 98% of the relevant details. It was refreshing to know that Misha and I can still put on a show – we were never supposed to go this long between shows, but it’s been a pretty crazy year.

New York and Vienna were amazing, as always. Actually, Vienna’s always amazing; New York is more of a crapshoot. This time we got lucky. Probably my favorite thing about being a musician is getting to make friends with roughly 17,000 people, then watch as they shift and reorganize across the American landscape.

Well, that and the screaming fans.

I don’t really have a thesis here, beyond:

Thanks, as always, to everyone who came out to the shows. We’ll see the rest of you soon.

Cheers,
Dave

The most blogworthy times are, sadly, the hecticest, so I’m afraid this picture will have to suffice until I can come up with a thousand words.

It’s creepy how many of you have Razrs.