All the dead dear
Ushered us into the east
A rust belt unknown
And a long crawl across Pennsylvania

Amid tight-chested turnpikes--
Constant reminders of the missing and the lost
That stopped all music
Except that of the jangling question

An answer found
In old friends and new
New York noise
And the gracious acceptance of others

We swung north to New England
As temperatures dropped
And movement constricted
In Boston, New London, New Haven, New Brunswick

Such endless community
Formed a cocoon
Then the rain turned to sleet turned to snow
And a blizzard carried us into south

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I wanted to thank individuals and bands and clubs and promoters but that list had to become either grossly long or exclusive by nature. So I will say: TO EVERYONE INVOLVED in this whole thing so far we feel privileged to have met such great people, seen such great bands, played such great venues, and been taken in by such generous houses that it is truly overwhelming.

Thanks so much
-EJ

Be patient with pictures, they will be worth the wait. Stay tuned for updates from the south