First of all, a booking update: We’ve added a reading in Philadelphia! Come see us at L’Etage on July 25, doors at 7:30/show at 8pm. And many thanks to Steve McLaughlin of Principal Hand Presents! See you there, cool kids.
Well, then, my sweet gherkins, we have learned a thing or two over the last few weeks. We had a little Pop Tart phase, but now we hate them. We have bug bites and we smell like sweat and Pop Tarts. We’ve learned the finer points of luggage Tetris, and we invented a no-touching summer hug for sweaty times. The pure products of America go crazy. Who said that? Wallace Stevens? Your butt’s a Stevens, so snack on that. See? Road madness. (Ben suggested that attributing the Stevens quote to Stevens is “a little on the nose,” and I suggested his butt was a little on the nose. See? Road madness.)
In a lot of ways, we’ve hit all the standard American road trip tropes: gotten lost and rained on, developed our T-shirt tans, seen rainbows, crowed along with the radio, crossed the Mississippi four times. But my favorite trope of them all is the meandering conversation such vast vistas of drive time afford. We’ve talked about how narrative works in country music, witches, the inherent creepiness of carving your name in a cake, the social forces that determine which neighborhood is considered the bad part of town. I love this part of being together. And I love the part where we’re too punchy from coffee and the jokes stop making sense, except they don’t really stop being funny. Stay tuned for more road madness and parabolic wisdom, sports fans!