Hello bloggisphere!
Welcome back to another belated post from a procrastinating, sleep deprived, caffeine sustained road warrior. Yes, it is I, Stephanie Kulla, coming to you once again with tales of our many adventures across the great highways and byways of this America.
Week two out on the road has been eventfully sensational. It is so surreal, that at times I feel as if I am peering into the window of someone else's crazy life watching events and experiences unfold.
But alas dear reader, this is our reality now, a different city every day, a different hotel room every night, faces upon faces, song after song, joy upon joy.
After making a quick Target run the night before to buy some gloves (the weather man predicted temperatures of four degrees) we crept out of our warm safe beds and ventured out in the great unknown once more. Shivering our tushes off in the frosty morning air, our breath hug about like little clouds of dewy cotton, whisping in the unforgiving air. This week we were joined by a dear friend, Elizabeth Chan. A lass with many skills ranging from drummer to road manager to karate enthusiast. Elizabeth, or as I affectionately called her, Liza, joined our motley crew of bustling bodies for this week's bunch of shows. She offered up her knowledge of her experiences on the road, which we welcomed with open arms and heart, because as you know dear reader, (we haven't the slightest clue what we are even doing out here.) But lets keep that between us?
Alright, onward to Indianapolis! We played at the Pacer's stadium the first night, honestly I know nothing of the world of sports, so please do not confuse this statement with any sort of knowledge (or interest) on my part. The show went well, we are learning more and more every time we walk up onto that platform. Hearts still race with every step we take up that graded metal ramp. Every fiber in our bodies questioning weather or not these whole thing is even a good idea... Wouldn't it just be easier and less stressful to have a cup of tea and read the paper? NO! This is what we were made to do! This is where we are supposed to be! Another day, another night, and we are off to Charlottesville Virginia. As we drove through the rambling snowy mountain's of Virginia, we were overcome by it's beauty. The quite frozen ground made a perfect bed for the groves of naked oak and aspen trees covering the hillsides. The rain pattered on the windows and made for a peaceful and serene drive. The show had a few hiccups. Our laptop died, so we didn't have any tracks. We switched sets with the fellow who usually plays after us, so our computer had time to charge, and once we went on, we were short on time and had to cut a song. Oh! Technology, why do you vex us so? Why art tho so cruel? Thy cold wheels and cogs turn against us all too often! But alas! We made it through. Needless to say, waking up at five in the morning and driving for nine hours to play two songs can be slightly discouraging. But like I have mentioned before, and now have to remind myself, we are so fresh and new at this, we will make better mistakes tomorrow.
On the last day of February, we headed to Charleston West Virginia. On the night of this show, Stephanie Liana Kulla was the one to mess up the whole shebang! Yes, yes it was as if I had a brain aneurysm. I have sung these song, what seems like a thousand times, and on eve of the first of march, the space between my ears decided to become vacant for all of five seconds and I forgot to sing the first three lined of our first song. Oh the humanity! But here is the thing my dears, we musn't take ourselves too seriously. If we did that, we might all be trotting around that stage in spandex wheedling keytars, peering at our diehard fans though rose colored sunglasses. I am happy to report that we are not there (yet). Pray for us... I think I may have seen a spandex suit in someone's garment bag, I will let you know how that situation transpires. And on the first day of March we traveled to Cabondale Illinois. This show was very special for us, because one, it was Sunday, and on Sunday's the tour employees a massage therapist for the artists... yes that is right, you just put your name on a list and magical hands take away all the stress and turmoil of life on the road. You can only sleep on a van bench for so long before your spine transforms into a pile of chunky pudding. Anyway other than message day, there were people from our label and management company coming to the show, and we were all so excited to see some familiar faces! I am pleased to report that it was our best show so far! The technology didn't go on strike and neither did my brain! We got great feedback from our friends and with the night coming to an end, we piled into the van all exhausted an more than ready for a few days of peace and quiet.
Turning over and looking at the clock and seeing a time other than 4:30 am was a foreign to me. We were able to sleep in before heading back to Nashville. We are staying at the Barcus manor, the head of A&R at our label. This family is like our own. We feel very welcomed and loved by them. We stay up late with the kids cracking up at youtube videos and eating potato chips. We miss home... We miss our families. But in this strange makeshift life we are leading of new faces and new places, we are hungry for connection and any kind of normalcy. We feel that here, we feel apart of something normal, and that is refreshing to our spirits. We are here for a few days. I am writing to you now, waiting for my laundry to dry. We are heading out to Ohio a day early to avoid getting trapped in, yep you guessed it, another ice storm. Lord what is this ice storm thing? We would love to know!
Anyway, the buzzer just sounded, and I have some folding to do!
Until next weeks word vomit.
I remain faithfully, honestly, and crassly
Your Bloggist
Stephanie Liana Kulla
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