Sidewalk Prophets

A long overdue greeting is at order.  Hello everyone!  We have spent the last few weeks getting much needed time with our families.  It felt great to spend some time with loved ones and also put the finishing touches on our new album.  It’s hard to decide where we should start with all of this news but since we’ve gotten a lot of questions/comments lately about the “Bus Go Campaign” we figure tonight would be the perfect time to announce…. DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!

I'll be the first to admit that my facial hair has become a bit out of control.  It's been 7 months or so since I stopped grooming my face and in those passing months I have learned a lot of interesting things.  

First of all there are the obvious complications that come with beard-growing.  Food in the whiskers, people not recognizing you, airport security questioning your motives for traveling etc... These are all things I got to experience first hand over the past half year.

I had a dream tonight about hope, and even though it is 2:15AM and we have to drive so, so early to a show tomorrow, I had to write it down. Picture this, I was sitting at a small table with God, and we were in Paris. I only know that it was Paris because I am blessed to have been there before, and also the setting reminded me of the movie “Ratatouille.” Anyway, God and I were having a conversation, and I was afraid.

My mom is not what you would call an amazing cook. She tries very hard, and she often does a great job. Last Christmas, we had some roasted lamb. Mom had never cooked lamb before, and it tasted awesome. The next day I got terribly ill, but the night I ate the lamb I was feeling good. My family always gives mom a hard time about her cooking, but tonight I was feeling a little nostalgic thinking about Thanksgiving. I wanted to share the two main reasons that I am thankful that my mom is not a master cook.

Story one entitled, “What’s that smell?”