Road Dogs

05/21/2009

After today's band meeting, I am reminded of gratitude and what it feels like to recognize its affect. Mike is buying the bus rather than getting paid back for it thereby giving all of us a chance to actually make money from the band sooner than we ever have thought we could. I remember now that we are doing this with a purpose. What started simply because of passion and enjoyment is now hinting at becoming the ultimate career for us as well. I feel a strong connection towards those who have been a support system. To our salt lake friends...you helped us make more money at home to go towards this tour than we have made at any show on ANY of our tours. You keep my head on straight with continuous calls and texts and updates. Even hearing that Alex Guy was reading our blogs made my entire day. To all our supportive friends outside of Salt Lake....I would need an entire blog to fully express our appreciation. I'll start by just ment5ioning two words....Humboldt County. To family...the list is endless. Jarom's family, Dork's grandpa, John's mom Kathleen. Family accepting of what we're trying to do. I feel good to be realizing that I am in it for the long haul, that we are road dogs until we are satisfied....”Once you taste blood, you can't help but go back for more.” The blood we crave is this life...traveling, social exchange, life on the bus, sweat on the stage. The tarot reading that came to mike and I as I dwelt in my ball of stress just prior to this tour no longer frightens me. “Tears will flow like blood.” I felt my worries were justified; this tour was going to kick our asses; knock us off our feet. Now, after two weeks I'm convinced I was paranoid and scared to accept my decision to leave everything in storage and get the hell out of dodge. Not scared any longer. Balance, patience and unselfishness will keep us sane, tough, and appreciative. This experience I no longer desire to pick apart or to question. Loom will NOT disappoint. Loom will NOT take this for granted. We grow up every damn day while going against the standard definition of “growing up.” Can't help but brag about Salt Lake every single night. I rarely get laughed at anymore after telling people where we're from. Now it's just “How is it out there?” The word is spreading. About the fellow road dogs working their asses off getting Utah out there every year. So completely stoked on this. One night after we finished playing with I Am Ocean, an impressed onlooker said the most complementary thing aloud to another impressed friend: “What do you expect? Salt lake bands. That's what you get from salt lake.”