I didn't want to be another dude with an acoustic guitar telling stories in between songs. I wanted to be myself, like it or not. Electric. Effected. Alive. Some nights I could completely feel the spirit compelling me, like I was really on to something. A couple of nights I damn near fell on deaf ears.
24 shows in a row sure flew by fast. From my start in Brooklyn to the last show in Jacksonville, the whole trip is a blur. I didn't really get enough time in any particular place to be a real tourist. Seems like a dream now. Some days I would get on the baby skateboard and cruise around the venues. It was so hot and muggy, I usually didn't make it very far. Other days I would tag along with Donny and score waves. I ended up surfing just about everywhere there was a bump in the water: Rockaway Beach, Nantucket, Cape Cod, Welfleet, Montauk, Ocean City, Dewey Beach, Asbury Park, Wilmington NC, Isle of Palms, Orlando (Lake Surfing!), Ft Lauderdale, and Jacksonville. I would like to say 'thanks' one more time to Donavon, his band and crew for letting me tag along and stir things up a bit. 24 shows and not a single broken string. Big Shaka + Cheers.
Thanks also to all the wonderful people I met. Stay cool out there. Congrats to Eric and Cat!