Monday, September 27, 2010

10 State Borders in 48 Hours

(Written on 9/25/10)


We played the fair city of Cincinnati and the Mid Point Music Festival for the first time last night. I think we were all surprised at how great the city, venue, and festival was. We played at a bar called Jack Potts, and shared the stage with some really incredible talent. Opening up the evening was one of the better folk singers and writers that I’ve heard in a long time, Mr. Tom Evanchuck. The guy is a monster writer, and a great front man. He threw in a few delta blues tunes, to which I’m continually amazed at how much great, gritty blues is coming out of somewhere like Ohio. When asked about it his response was, “it comes from boredom. I mean, this is Ohio.” Boredom or not, it was killer. We left pretty quickly after our set, and began the 600+ mile journey west to the great wheat fields of Kansas. It’s currently 8:39am and we’re enclosing on her quick. Ben Azzi, Greg, and the infamous H. Read Davis are sleeping soundly in their bunks. I’d imagine this is what my parents felt like during my childhood road trips. The babes are asleep in the back, Dave and I are holding hands in the front, and the gas station coffee sips slowly as the sun rises. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think we were in some strange backroom of heaven. Anyways, Lawrence tonight. We’re releasing our new E.P. entitled “Bird Called Angola” to the Kansas crowd, and sure do hope that they like it. Tonight we’ll raise a pint of the delicious Boulevard Wheat in honor of Cinci, in appreciation of you, and in remembrance of the past 600 miles that didn’t realize how soon it would become our bitch.

To all you Saints, Sinners, and Soon to be Drunkards,

Good Night, Good Morning, and Godspeed,

_The Delta Saints

An Unposted Blog from the Past

(Written on the morning of April 3, 2010)

Friends, Faculty, and Respected members of the Board,

We’re currently headed out of Jonesboro, Arkansas, 6 deep in an Xterra, and back home to Nash-Vegas-City-Ville after an incredible couple of shows. We’re all friends here, and after 3 days in such close quarters, we all seem to have enough dirt to ensure a slow and painful burial for one another. If my thoughts start to wander, it’s because the vibrating concussion of having only one window open in a car traveling 70mph is damn near deafening.

Anyways, back to the moment at hand… We’ve definitely had better ideas than traveling 6 deep in such a vehicle, but Lucille (the affectionate moniker given to the Xterra) is a trooper. She’s been through hell and back, with 6 people, and a full trailer over about 1200 miles. Her only complaint comes in the form of gas mileage that equals out to about 23 cents a mile…(donations welcome.) We’ve learned a lot about each other while being in such confinement. Greg takes 45 minute showers, and we’re not quite sure what he’s doing while in them. John Shaw enjoys falling asleep on the shoulders of the lucky person next to him, mouth agape, looking like a redheaded cherub. David smells like cheese, and acquires an endearingly bitchy personality when drunk (who also really enjoys T-Bell’s 4th meal). Ben Azzi is the “Poppa Saint” who gets grumpy when not sleeping in a comfy bed. Melissa Madison Fuller can literally fall asleep on the most precarious pieces of furniture, and end up with a comfortable and complete nights sleep. And I am finding (through the gentle help of those that I love) that I am ¼ diva, ½ helpless child, and ¼ silly bitch, who argues about useless matters. But in the end, we luh ee udders… And are all looking forward to the solitary confine of our solitary, quiet, and lonely beds for a few days.

All in all, the weekend was pretty silly. We got to play in front of amazing people, in some wonderful towns. Lawrence, KS is our home away from home, which we don’t get to see near enough. There is a ridiculous amount of love in our hearts for that city, and its people. And last night we had the distinct honor of playing with The Last Straw in Jonesboro, Arkansas. A great time was had by all, and we’ve realized that we need to step up our post-show partying, as the Last Straw boys put our idea of partying to shame. Well done good sirs, well done. Thanks to everyone who came out, as we look forward to getting loud and rowdy with you again real soon. Until next time, drink up me hearties yo’ ho’!


The Delta Saints