Casey Henry

Yesterday was interesting. I feel like touring is starting to wear on us a little bit. We had a 300 mile drive to the gig yesterday, from Baton Rouge, LA, to The Woodlands, TX. Our band stopped at Al T’s Seafood and Steakhouse for some cajun food for lunch. That was a total success.

When we pulled into the Dosey Doe Coffeehouse, there was no one there. The other bands weren’t there yet and there wasn’t a single car in the parking lot. Actually it turned out there was one guy there, and he let us in so we could unload instruments and equipment. The Dosey Doe is a cool venue—a 150 year old barn from Kentucky that they disassembled and moved to Texas, reassembled and turned into a restaurant, coffeehouse, and music venue. Great coffee, really good food, and a nice atmosphere. And wireless internet. Kudos.

But. They don’t have a backstage or dressing rooms, which makes it hard on us, what with sixteen people needing to put cases and bags somewhere. Soundcheck wasn’t going to happen until much later than we thought, so we went to our hotel, checked in and chilled out for a little while. I got my laundry done (that doesn’t really count as chilling out, does it?), and Rachel and I made a Wal-Mart run.

The crowd at the Doesy Doe.

Back at the venue we soundchecked and ate (I highly recommend the cream of mushroom soup). It got to be about half an hour before showtime and there weren’t very many people there. We began to get concerned. Turns out we had a good reason to be concerned. The crowd that night totaled fifteen people, which meant that all the band members officially outnumbered the audience.  🙁

The show, however, was very good. All the bands were more relaxed and really interacted with the crowd. And the people who came were really a great audience. They clapped loudly and often and really did their part to contribute to the show. We can’t thank them enough for coming!!

Uncle Earl

It’s funny how when the gig is very low-key, we have lots of time to tweet. Bryn posted this, which made us all crack up. She’s kidding, of course, but we are on that middle plateau of the tour where we’re starting to get a little bit tired of everyone else, but the end is not quite in sight. Today is a longish travel day, about nine hours, and we play in Fayetteville, AR, tomorrow. Rachel’s going to teach me how to crochet.