The Avett Brothers don't need a microphone and speakers to amplify their passion. They just need time and space. The world needs more passion like this.
I have a feeling that they bring the same energy playing to an empty room that they exhibit on stage performing to an auditorium brimming with fans. The Avett Brothers will play anytime, anywhere.
I admire this.
They 'll play in an office.
They play on a gondola lift in Jackson, Wyoming.
They'll play in a hallway.
They'll raucously perform on a bus.
They'll perform in the backseat of a car while someone feeds them lyrics to a LanghorneSlim song.
This year I resolve to take my cooking to new venues.
I'll start by cooking under the hood of my car. Let me repeat that and give my wife time to groan and roll her eyes.
I'll start by cooking under the hood of my car. Sometime next week, after this arctic blast passes, I'll cook some breakfast potatoes under the hood of my car.
I'll keep you posted.
trampin' the perpetual journey,