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Today was a long day. Here are the highlights:
1. Told my children last night to be my alarm clock by jumping on me at 7:55 AM. I woke at 7:54, shoved pillows under the covers in the shape of a 35-year-old male, then hid. When said children leapt upon me and were met with pillowy confusion, I jumped from my hiding place and didn’t scare them half as bad as I wanted. Perhaps I should have just breathed on them.
2. Ben Shive met me at the Warren at 8:30 AM, we loaded the car with instruments and drove to the Nashville International Airport.
3. Met Andy Gullahorn, Todd Robbins, and Gabe Scott at the Southwest counter, where we carefully divvied up the instruments: two acoustic guitars, dobro, lap steel, hammered dulcimer, keyboard, accordion, mandolin, and a few microphones. With our luggage thrown in the mix we had exactly ten bags to check, which was completely free because Southwest Airlines is far and away better than the competition and allows two free bags per traveler. They are also friendlier and have cheaper fares. I digress.
4. Flew to Denver, then Salt Lake City. I sat next to Gabe Scott and we talked almost the entire flight, partly about old times, partly about Australians.
5. Changed planes in Salt Lake City and flew to Seattle, during which flight I played a card game with Gullahorn and Toddro (thanks to the Wall family for teaching me “Burn”). By this point we felt like we had flown to Europe and back, and Gullahorn suggested Blue C Sushi for dinner. As we land around 7:30 PM Nashville time, Gabe asks how far the drive is from Seattle to the studio. We tell him 4 to 4.5 hours, and he laughs because he thinks we’re joking. We aren’t.
6. We rent and load two 4-wheel-drive SUVs, then stuff ourselves with sushi. I ate roe. On accident. I thought it was orange jell-o. I enjoyed the California Rolls especially, but not more than I would have enjoyed a plate of chicken pot pie.
7. Drove 4 long, sleepy, twisty hours through the mountains, arriving at 1:15 Nashville time. We loaded in our instruments, chose our sleeping quarters, and more or less collapsed.
So here I sit at 3:04 AM, trying to make good on my promise to myself (and to you, should you care to follow along) to document the making of this album. I’ll write more tomorrow when my brain is working properly.
As a singer-songwriter and recording artist, Andrew has released more than ten records over the past fifteen years. His music has earned him a reputation for writing songs that connect with his listeners in ways equally powerful, poetic, and intimate. He has also followed his gifts into the realm of publishing. His books include the four volumes of the award-winning Wingfeather Saga.