We pulled out of Portland. We never went to sleep. At one point I looked over at the bed next to me and asked, "Richard.. Alex.. Lets just leave.. I don't like sleeping here." We opened the hotel door at 7am. Graham rolled up. Torrential downpour. Complete insanity. The next thing I know, I wake up in the back seat... (Richards spot)
Imagine looking out the window and seeing the most beautiful white light. Thats all I really could see from my vantage point. In reality, we were caught in the middle of a storm. We had to pass semi's on the highway when we could hardly make out what lane we were in. Really, nothing out of the ordinary.
We began a drive from Portland, OR to Madison, WI that was over 2,000 miles. We had two days to make it. We just arrived. Honestly. No one should EVER do this. Or, maybe you should.
Iowa 5am mirror. Richie contemplates his existence.
Seattle. Some thinking time.
SF at the Swedish American Music Hall
SF at the Swedish American Music Hall
SF at the Swedish American Music Hall
SF at the Swedish American Music Hall
Des Moines, IOWA Days Inn
Somewhere in Utah trying to get some harmonies. Notice richard passed out in the back...
Backstage in Seattle.