It's over for now...
Hey everyone. It's Whitt. I'm typing with a severely bogus hand. For those of you who don't know, I broke the pinky finger of my right hand in a dirty run-in with a porch. You never know when a porch is gonna come out of nowhere and attack. But, alas, it happened to me. Unfortunately we had to cancel one of our shows in Murfreesboro, and we thought we might have to cancel the tour. Then we discovered sports tape. Almost as amazing as duct tape. Here's what I had to wear to play the drums.
In other news, we were very happy to finally meet Bill Benson, the man responsible for The Station Myth's radio play. Here we are with him plus a couple of Bellurys.
And perhaps most importantly, we experienced Danny Fickle Sr's ride.
Here's Bellury looking at the car in awe.
We're tired from traveling, but you'll hear some news very soon about our plans for the future. We feel like we've entered a new phase of our music and our lives, and we're very excited about our plans. We're even excited about the uncertainty of the future. We've been making plans for a while now.
Love,
Whitt
In other news, we were very happy to finally meet Bill Benson, the man responsible for The Station Myth's radio play. Here we are with him plus a couple of Bellurys.
And perhaps most importantly, we experienced Danny Fickle Sr's ride.
Here's Bellury looking at the car in awe.
We're tired from traveling, but you'll hear some news very soon about our plans for the future. We feel like we've entered a new phase of our music and our lives, and we're very excited about our plans. We're even excited about the uncertainty of the future. We've been making plans for a while now.
Love,
Whitt
2 Comments:
I just wanted to tell The Station Myth that they rocked in Nashville, Tennessee! THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING. They rocked me and my world, which is small and sometimes unrockable. And it was rocked. Rocked solid. Like Solid Gold. Like Fame...What A Feeling. Like Jennifer Beals, who now has parts in stupid movies, but forever will be FAMEous. I am not comparing all of you to a has-been actor, please understand me. I am creating new memories of all of you, in my head and in my heart. Memories of creative souls whom I hope to be in touch with forever. That is what I am trying to say. I hope I said it correctly. I hope I would please my grammar teacher, were she Jenny Marie Thompson Whitt.
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