Crowder managed to land himself in the hospital on the morning of the release party in our hometown of Waco. What was thought to be a myriad of reasons for the pain in his chest turned out to be a heart condition. For any of you who might see the band live in the next year or so, I'll spare you the details. It's much better to hear them in person. But I will say this; he is still alive, and he needs to watch his caffeine intake.
We gave a Crowdster guitar away. There was a whole contest that had to do with pre-ordering copies of the album and entering in a phone number and some other stuff. The winner was a guy by the name of Dan Carson. This in and of itself is not much of an issue, except when you consider that 1) we have known the guy forever, 2) he builds all of our road cases, and 3) the guitar player for label-mate Chris Tomlin is named Daniel Carson. I will now officially set the record straight. 1) He won fair and square, and had absolutely ZERO help from this end, 2) he makes wonderful cases (www.dandeecases.com), and 3) Daniel Carson is his son, but that had absolutely ZERO influence on the outcome of the contest. Sure it sounds fishy, but if you can't trust us, who can you trust?
We decided to head west. This has just always seemed like a good idea.
Hogan found a dead bird in New Mexico. He also decided to take a somewhat artistic picture of it for reasons that nobody really got. This had no bearing at all on the fact that the trailer carrying the gear popped a tire a block from the venue in the middle of the night unless you believe in karma and that somehow taking pictures of dead birds causes annoying consequences like flat tires at 1:00 a.m. The tire got fixed, and the band continued westward.
In Phoenix a lot of people showed up, but so did a sound problem that sounded unlike a shotgun. This had the potential of ruining people's night, not to mention ripping out their eardrums. Problems like this are hard to track down and are always caused by something stupid. They also have the habit of disappearing just before you find them, and this is precisely what happened. Matt from the Real World New Orleans showed up, and introduced himself as "Matt from the Real World."
The Avalon gig in Hollywood rocked. If you weren't there, you should have been. Not that we had any business being there. To be honest we were way out of our league, but it rocked nonetheless. Big up, Hollywood.
San Diego. Five shows. 'Nuff said.
I don't remember much about Flagstaff, due to playing five times the day before. But then we went back to Phoenix. Good stuff. We got news that we hit #1, my allergies cleared up, and Matt from the Real World came back and asked Dodson if he "told his wife that he met Matt from the Real World."
So that's about it. We are back on the road again, so I'm sure something will happen that's news worthy before too long. Here is that picture of the dead bird.