First of all, it’s crazy that we’re driving across the entire country WITHOUT EVER WEARING A SEATBELT. This is our first bus tour, and it turns out there are no seatbelts back here. Forget everything your mom and dad told you about road trips.
My bunk is only slightly bigger than a bivy sack. It’s basically the bunk you slept in at summer camp. And honestly, I love that. I’d rather sleep in a tent, a van, or a bus than in a big, dark bedroom. The only thing missing is my little spoon, my wife, Janet.
I`m writing this from the top bunk. My flashlight is dangling like a lantern, swinging as the bus bounces down the road.
A tour bus may be the closest we ever get to real teleportation. It delivers us to the next venue while we sleep. You actually get to be where you are for a little while each day instead of spending the whole day getting there.
I could get used to this.
The Roxian Theatre in McKees Rocks, PA… a beachfire dancin’ to the same old song.
Mucho thanks to everyone who gathered around it with us. 🔥
The ability to make music is often called a gift. That it is... in most of the ways you can twist that word. One of those gifts is finding people who believe in your songs before most of the world has heard them.
Mucho thanks to Kenny Chesney for being one of those people from the beginning and for continuing to support Wheeland Brothers music. Hearing “Island Town” on No Shoes Radio means more than we can say.
Paradise isn’t a place. It’s a moment.
Mucho thanks, New Haven, for sharing this one with us.
Tarrytown, New York…
Different places call different people. Some stay home; others can’t stay still.
A few nights ago, the road called us to Tarrytown. We rolled in with guitars, a ukulele, and the Bonfire 3000—and by the final song, it felt like the whole room had veered off the trail together and into whatever the night wanted to become.
Mucho thanks to everyone who came out and joined the adventure.
Find yourself & lose your destination.
