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we are shaking and banging along grey patchwork from ottawa to montreal. the highway seems to have been cracked open and glued back up every six or seven feet all the two hundred kilometres to that cold, beautiful, saturday city. around us now the woods are grey and the sky is blank and the fields are barren. but still something in me is lifting. maybe its that all these empty trees and lonely radio towers are looking more and more easterly. eastern. its like the word means to be at ease in the stern. not just in the back of the boat, with the lousy view, but in the stern and stark and the hard light, and to feel the best there. that old longing for fog. or maybe this feeling is the simple lifting of calendar pages, just a few more dates left now. but its hard to put words on the things that move around inside your body. in my mind i’m delighted to have a show in montreal tonight, and a handful more down the humming east edge of america. its been amazing. a blur of course (an orange blur: of burnt aussie dirt, dead californian grass, northeast leaves, and all the bright lights of our canadian shows, lit and produced by the tireless talent of joey sadler). a good blur. and yes i always say that, in blog and interview, but i truly mean it here now. we are so honored and grateful to do this. maybe thats part of the weightlessness here bumping along the 417. coming down usually involves looking back up from where you’ve been. and we’ve been all around and we’ve been alright. so i’ll lay off the guesswork and the clumsy pinning of words unto feeling and i’ll just sit here bouncing in the heat, and feel grateful and good.          

… coming down usually involves looking back up from where you’ve been.