I got back on Saturday following a whirlwind mini-tour with Tres Femmes. We drove over 1000 miles in four days, appeared on television twice, and played four shows. You could have seen us on WGN 9 in Chicago (or on cable nationwide), or on Fox 11 in Green Bay. You could have heard us at Cafe Montmatre in Madison, The 400 Bar in Minneapolis, The West Theatre in Green Bay, or Subterranean here in Chicago.
All of the shows were good, although I think the bookends were the best. We did pretty well, sold some CDs, had a lot of good feedback. We also had one idiot email us and say we are “BAD BAD BAD” and wondering how we ever made a CD and got on TV. All you have to do is do it, I guess.
I took some pictures of a few pieces of the tour. By which I mean a TV studio, Kellie’s cats, a piece of cross-stitch done by Split Lip Rayfield’s mandolin player, and a really weird motorcycle. I think they do a very credible job of not capturing the feeling of being on tour. The cats are really cute though.
One of the highlights of the tour was hanging out with my friend Andy from CMU. He’s also a drummer (working currently with Chill 7 and other groups in the Twin Cities), and we talked shop and caught up after our set at the 400. He’s a good guy, and a great drummer; it’s one of those situations where we’re both in the midwest, but just far enough away that we could go years without seeing each other. Let’s hope another five don’t pass before the next time. We might forget what we look like.