The last two stops on the Travel Write Sing Tour were in Iowa City and then in Julianne’s hometown, Marshalltown. The whole tour felt like a crescendo of music, friendship and of meeting the kind of people that you’re glad to know. The kind of people that make you glad there’s people in the world.…
It was on the lips of every destroyed face. Everyone in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua was talking about it. In tired tones, gringos nodded—yes, they had been there and partied it up at Sunday Funday. Sunday Funday, Nicaragua and it’s Unbridled Debauchery As Stella and I arrived at the Yazure Surf Hostel in…
But I will also have with me the image of Luke, Hek, and Tom. You guys, on your buses, with your guitars, walking in a gas station parking lot at night, lighting a cigarette, your thoughts and your secrets behind your eyes, and your rebel hearts totally undecided. Guest post and photos by Julianne Mason,…
Guest post by tour companion and friend, Tom Hoy I am hungry and tired. I have been hungry and tired for the better part of the last two weeks. When you’re on the road these states of being are constants. Food and sleep always come, but never regularly, and almost never to your total satisfaction.…
Guest post written by and photos provided by HEK. I gave away all my books and put my records in storage. I gave up my apartment and walked to the bus station holding a guitar and a suitcase. I was on my way to the airport. With a one-way ticket, I flew to New York…
Growing up in North Dakota, I don’t see it with the fresh eyes of people visiting for the first time. My tour compadres who had not spent time in the state were blown away about the reception they’ve received in North Dakota. Kudos North Dakota, you may not have Mount Rushmore, but your people are much friendlier…
For three days my brain had been having an ongoing rap battle with my heart. I turned twenty-nine on the island of Ometepe in Nicaragua. It was an opportune day for a birthday. I was in need of encouraging vibes and what better than a birthday to imbibe such energy? No one in the entire…
When I checked into El Zopilote hostel in Ometepe, Nicaragua the conversation went like this: Front desk lady: You will need to give us your passport. Me: No, I need to keep it. Front desk lady: It is our policy that we take your passport. Me: It is my policy that I keep it.…
“Fargo, like the movie where everyone dies?” Hek asks when we roll into town. “Yes,” I say, “but that’s movie is more a satire about small town Minnesotans than North Dakota’s biggest city.” Along the way we take a detour to detroit lakes where my three youngest siblings and Dad had just arrived at a…
First, just, thank you Saint Paul! Thank you Tim Houlihan and your band of music slinging warriors! We had so much fun. Too much fun. We had a massive basket of Easter egg colored fun. Our only complaint is no complaint at all, why did that bartender pour us a glass of Tequila in the…
