The Last Town Chorus’ Travelogue

New York, NY: Commuters

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At Penn Station, Friday morning commuters walk in a glum procession towards their days. I’m on a train headed in the other direction.

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Brooklyn, NY: Betting on Oz

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Deciding when and where to invest my time and resources to tour is not unlike playing poker. I’m pushing a mountain of chips towards Australia. I’ll spend September, and probably November, over there. I trust my instincts, though it pains me to leave so much behind in the States.

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Brooklyn, NY: Movement

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I moved my studio from one room into another room – the room where I recorded ‘Wire Waltz.’ Hm.

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Brooklyn, NY: Garden

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Patio gardening — can’t do this while on tour. It’s Memorial day, all of Brooklyn’s basking. Latin music is blasting from an adjoining courtyard. I do however, have tour shell-shock, and keep thinking “I really should invite Kathleen and the band to my grillout.” But I think they’re in Canada somewhere.

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Ocean Grove, NJ: Jersey Girl

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The minivan hummed with Springsteen all the way down to seaside Jersey and Billy Joel all the way back into New York City at dusk. Strange to be off tour, and be the master of my own movements again. Free falling. Kinda catchy. Might make a great song title.

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Brooklyn, NY: HomeFiresBurningAgain

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Portland, OR: Early Flight

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I didn’t sleep before stepping off the tour bus into the first bit of morning light to take a taxi to the airport.

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Our show at Aladdin Theatre in Portland is the end of the line, for now. My flight back to New York is at 7am. I’ve spent almost a month touring with Kathleen Edwards and the boys – Jim Bryson, Joel Anderson, John Dinsmore, Colin Cripps, Tom Brown, Damon Limeback and Paul Mahar. Regardless of which city we woke up in on a given day, some things were the same – gobs of music being listened to and performed, marvellous camraderie that oft resulted in me crying laughing, and an almost creepy sense of collective determination to find the Starbucks location nearest to the tour bus upon waking up. I’ll miss these cats, but we’ll stay in touch, and as for Kathleen, I’ll forever be the proud and slightly crazed family member cheering from the sideline as she unleashes new modes of musical bad-ass-ness on an unsuspecting world. I’m tired, but I feel seriously energized to work on my next album over the Summer.

This is the last night of The Last Town Chorus’ tour with Kathleen Edwards. I might be weeping piteously were it not for this awesome silk-screened poster designed by local artist Gary Houston (VoodooCatbox.com), modelled here by Ms. Edwards and her ‘frown for the camera’ face.

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