tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32786432333022354552024-03-18T23:17:34.065-05:00Touring Tales With IshTakin notes and keepin tabs on the road with Balmorhea from 2008-2013. Check out the archive for Aisha's previous European and American tours.Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537635424227661652noreply@blogger.comBlogger249125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-1143598696768992582013-04-18T14:58:00.001-05:002015-08-17T19:11:59.572-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm sitting still in an oddly large hotel in St. Petersburg Russia trying to sort through my scattered mind an create some sort of order out of a jumble of memories and experiences and landscapes and people. It's all mushed together, like some kind of a rubber band ball. Each piece is difficult to discern and trace the path of, and all you can do without disassembling it entirely is hold the the thing in your hands, touch what you can touch and know what it feels like. I'm trying to pick it apart and tell you all the things I left out over the weeks. But I want to be true to what it felt like then--not some shiny, nostalgically recollected interpretation that distance has provided. Sitting here, I am over whatever little internal tantrums and exhausted disconnects I've had. Somehow I've finally managed to put myself fully in this moment right now (only knowing truly <i>this </i>exhaustion, these tired feet, this gladness, this readiness to come back to America). So far inside myself today, how do I explain with any true accuracy that one of my favorite shows happened on one of my least favorite days? </div>
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We said goodbye to our driver who'd become one of the bunch for the last month and flew from Warsaw, Poland, to Kiev, Ukraine. I stayed true to this odd pattern I've set of falling asleep before the plane even takes off. I woke up in the clouds. I read a few pages and thought of writing, but soon enough we began our decent into the city. Upon landing, we met our promoter and hopped in a van, driving through the city grayed by the clouds and marked in a language I couldn't begin to understand. Miles and miles of tall white apartment buildings towered strong, one after another. I thought of driving down a Texas highway and suddenly felt so very much in another world.</div>
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We walked into an old building that seems to have been wholly converted into a space for artists. Upon first entering, it felt a bit deserted, but after walking through a dark hallway, and up a flight of stairs, double doors opened up to this huge theatre, frozen in time. A large balcony looked out onto the stage. Walls painted white were covered in what one Ukrainian friend identified as soviet era ornamental embellishments. A round window sent beams of light across the room. And I'll admit, it wasn't exactly at this moment that I was sold. It was more when the room looked like this that I came around:</div>
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Somehow, in this city I never thought I'd see, there were 420 people in the audience, excited to see us! How in the world does this happen?! After an enthusiastic encore, girls gave us bouquets of flowers. People wanted photos. People wanted us to sign every little thing. One girl in the front row was my favorite. Never have I seen anyone literally jump up and down at the start of every song. So joyous! I talked with her afterward, gave her a hug, and asked if I could take a photo with her. I was dehydrated. I was exhausted. I was hungry. And I knew that after the show, I'd have to hurriedly pack my things, and get on a 12 hour overnight train...I wasn't excited about any of that. But cliche as it sounds, that one girl, jumping up and down right in my line of sight turned my whole day around. </div>
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Like I said, we rushed out of there and got on a train. I felt like I was in Harry Potter, on the train to Hogwarts. Four beds in bunks of two to a room--small, warm, and rockier than a boat in churning waters. I felt claustrophobic and anxious at the thought of Russian border patrol knocking on my door to inspect my passport in the middle of the night. I was still quite hungry from only eating one real meal that day, and thus angry to be so completely running on empty and sleeping in a situation that felt so unfamiliar.<br />
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We were in Russia! And the tale of the Moscow and St. Petersburg will require more energy than I've got tonight. But can I just tell you that those two shows were completely great? What a stellar way to end the tour. We saw Travis' parents who flew all the way from Austin, Texas! We made new friends with the band from St. Petersburg. People in the crowd were so friendly and chatty after the shows. Today, I walked around St. Petersburg for nearly four hours. This place was an experience that I couldn't have predicted, and I'm happy to add it the bank of wonders I've somehow been so lucky to accrue. Now the whole tour is over, and I leave for the airport in 5 hours, USA bound. </div>
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I think I can safely say this was the best European tour yet. We powered through a restless schedule, sold out a bunch of shows, made new friends and played so well together. But, now I'm ready to go home. I'm ready for some pause and reflection and relaxation and bikes and tacos and sunlight and warmth! Thank you, Europe. America, here I come. </div>
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-24966733665095322252013-04-17T09:07:00.004-05:002013-04-17T09:07:36.461-05:00Istanbul Continued
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Greetings! I'm writing you now backstage in Moscow. Trying to recap the rest of what we saw in Turkey feels like such a mountainous task. Turkey is forever ago in my mind!</div>
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I've got many things to tell like what it feels like to sleep for 5 hours, then fly to the Ukraine and see it for the first time. To run through a seemingly deserted, old, dusty building and then find a pretty remarkable performance space at the a darkened hallway's end. About taking an overnight train for 12 hours from Kiev, Ukraine, to Moscow. To drive around and realize you can't even pretend to know what anything says. </div>
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BUT before I forget, I must show you the pictures of the places we saw in Turkey. A guy who was a family friend of Rob's was kind enough to give us a whirlwind tour of Istanbul's old city center. We crowded ourselves into a train and slowly made our way into the thick of it. This walk was a reminder of just how young America is. We saw a monument decorated in hieroglyphs that the Byzantines moved from Egypt to Istanbul and erected once they took control of the city.</div>
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Sitting below the city is a giant cavern that once functioned as a Byzantine well. Rows and rows of columns fill the darkened space, and in the back corner there are two chunky, large Egyptian sculptures of Medusa's head. The ceiling is high, the floor is wet. People moved through slowly. I think it takes a slow walk to process that you are walking through something so incredibly old. </div>
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Yet again, being there feels a bit like a dream that never happened. We got off the plane and were met by a woman hired to be our assistant for the show. She'd arranged a van to pick us up. Cozy bucket seats, blue track lighting on the roof, and curtains. party. Driving from the airport into the city took a good while. The highway seemed to stretch on forever with the city right at its side. Tons and tons of apartment buildings with uniform rectangle windows filled the spaces between commercial lots, which ran parallel and oddly close to the highway (really, if your Frogger skills were quite advanced and you had an insatiable lust for danger, you could hop yourself across 6 lanes of traffic, then cross one calm street and find yourself at the front steps of some giant clothing store. strange!). <br />
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After 20 minutes or so we were near the heart of the city. Our hotel lay smack in the middle of cobblestone, curvy streets of tall, colorful buildings. The architecture was classic European city center in style. Beautiful, seemingly old, multipurpose buildings that looked as though someone might work or live above a first floor retail space. Many closed storefronts were shielded behind metal, rolling garage doors, like in New York. But what was most striking to me that first night was the amount of bustling energy in the streets. It was nearly 11:30p by the time we walked back from dinner, and people were all around! Tables and tables of old men, even, having drinks and appetizers! It reminded me of Spain, where the nights are long and the mornings start late. </div>
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However, it's difficult to know what a city truly is. Istanbul is the second most populous city in the world, with roughly 14 million people. That's 2 million larger than New York City. And of such a large city, we were definitely on a street filled with hotels, which was just behind a street filled with shops and restaurants. ...Perhaps my perception was a bit crafted, probably by people in an office somewhere.</div>
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My night ended relaxing in the hotel room, drinking Raki with Travis and talking about life and such. Raki (pronounced more like ra-kuh, I think), is the traditional liquor of Turkey. It's crystal clear until you add just a dash of water, turning it into this cloudy, hazy white. It's flavored with Anais, giving it a light licorice taste. I sipped on a small glass of it while we wondered out loud about what in the world we'd be doing if we weren't in this band, the usefulness of our dusty college degrees, and the great paradox of touring--it is the joy of traveling and playing music every night for a "living," and truly feeling how special that is and the occasional feeling which intrudes upon said notion and cries, "Uhhh, I'm in <i>another</i> dirty rock club and am hungry and constantly tired and haven't had more than 5 minutes to myself in weeks--remind me, whaaat exactly am I doing with my life?" </div>
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I think it's impossible not to feel that after a weird show, or a reserved crowd, or after you've found yourself tip toeing through another bathroom where the floors are somehow perpetually covered in water, where the stall door may or may not lock, where you likely don't actually want any part of yourself to touch the facilities and the soap dispenser shows no traces of ever having lived up to its name. Or your "lunch" stop (which is really probably your breakfast) is a gas station croissant, or a hamburger patty without a bun, or just some water and a dream. </div>
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But then, some nights you get to stroll the streets of an old city so incredibly far from where you were born, where men in carts are selling freshly roasted chestnuts and creating the smell of winter. And when you walk on a stage, 400 pairs of hands are clapping, and people in Istanbul are yelling out for songs you wrote in a living room in Austin, Texas. And they all seem so excited. And they all seem so happy. And then you remember why you've taken on this strange, nomadic, transient way. </div>
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The Paris show was sold out before doors opened. We contorted ourselves onto the teeny stage at Espace B. Such a little venue. Somehow 200 people are allowed in there. David Bazan has taken that stage. Phosphorescent is soon to come. So strange that artists I've listened to over and over again have stood on the same stage as me. Anyhow, yet again I've been been to Paris and have seen absolutely nothing that made it feel like I was truly there. Just another anonymous street. But, I suppose I did have authentic French bread. …Does that count?</div>
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The next day we played in Antwerp, Belgium and that show sold out, too. Pretty crazy. Ran into some old friends from Gent and had a nice time stretching our limbs on a spacious stage. One of the theatre employees took Travis and Kendall out to gather up some Belgian beer. And after our show, we stayed up into the wee hours talking in the hotel having a little informal tasting. So delicious. The next morning, we took a little stroll through a market looking for food but mostly finding something like a pop up pet shop. Chickens! Bunnies! Hamsters! All for sale in a temporary open air market! So completely bizarre to us and I suppose our tourist flags were undulating broadly above our heads as we took out our cameras. Easter Sunday, and I spent it walking around a semi deserted town looking for a place to eat. </div>
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Perhaps this is where we played the Dunk post rock festival in Zottegem, Switzerland? That was a super fun show. Big stage. Thoughtful, artful lighting. Enthusiastic crowd. Good hospitality.</div>
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All in all, a good night. Eventually we drove through the tunnel to England and ate at this little cafe that was nothing if not a one woman show. Coffee, tea, pastries, a full menu of entrees, and she cooks it all her self! The kitchen space is directly behind the bar. There are just a few tables inside, and she's the cashier, cook, and server. Pretty cool. We'd just gotten out of the car and stepped into her adorable shop, to her very British accent, and the Beatles on the radio. Welcome to London.<br />
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We're almost done with this thing. Just a week and 5 days to go. I'm writing you from Hamburg, Germany from a venue called Hafenklang, looking out at the harbor. The ship lights are illuminating little strips of the water. It's cold as heck outside. And this is all lovely. …Buuut I must admit, this is the point in the tour when I'm missing shorts, the warmth of sunshine and breakfast tacos. </div>
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Hello again. I am writing you from Paris! This message is long overdue, but the days have been filled with driving (well, sleeping in the van while our driver does the real work), unloading, sound checking, virtually pulling our hair out because once 8 people try to get on the internet at once the network seems to waive a white flag just before imploding, playing a show, drinking wine, and then packing everything up again. Afterward, we stay up too late, sipping and talking (and some of us playing poker) until an early wake up call after which we do the whole thing over again. This, cyclical, ever-moving way is how we spend our days.</div>
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The last few shows were great. Rome was so incredibly packed. The people eagerly cheering before songs were even though. Camera flashes to my left. A blur of dancing bodies to my right. The room was alive. People were pumped about the show and that always makes all the difference. Drenched in sweat, we finished our set and returned for an encore. Good spirits all around. And so the clouds began to part on my grey emotional haze. </div>
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I feel like I am everywhere, and its begun to sink in a little more. What a peculiar and specific and dizzying way to see the world. <br />
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-25511673989706783862013-03-29T13:05:00.000-05:002013-03-29T15:13:39.906-05:00Photos<div style="text-align: center;">
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This happened almost exactly a week ago, but it feels so far away to me. I'm writing you from Rome! It's been cloudy and rainy and cold in Italy. But food by the plenty and amazing hospitality is keeping us warm. We played last night in an auditorium that was the most cathedral looking non-religious space I've ever seen. Amazingly huge ceiling. stone structure. pews. fantastic acoustics. Oh, and it was built in the 14th century.</div>
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We had another epically long load in and soundcheck before walking across the street for a scrumptious three course meal. The Italians do it right. </div>
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The show was good, people were excited (we think? It's so hard to tell in such a huge room, sometimes), and we stayed in a cozy bed and breakfast in town. The days are grey, not unlike my mood it seems. But today we drove through miles and miles of mountains and they do some kind of refreshing work in me. The inside of every rock club starts to feel the same. Every European street outside the venue doors somehow follows suit. But tonight I am in Rome. And that's a thing to remember.</div>
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<br />Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-535377054992866922013-03-23T11:15:00.000-05:002013-03-23T11:15:10.112-05:00Day 6Greetings from Italia!<br />
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It's becoming harder and harder to know what to share as we do this thing that we've done several times over, now. I've spent most days in the van sleeping, and probably obsessively turning over the details of my life, over and over again. It's probably a good thing that life feels like its full of such possibility at the moment. But when I've got nothing but miles and miles of countryside and time, it's all I can do to quiet my brain and remember that I can't figure everything out. Or maybe anything out. Plans are a funny thing. Without any thought of them, you are wayward. Hold too tight to them, and you're poised for a disappointing awakening, I think. Perhaps if you are to fall into the rhythm of traveling, and life, too I suppose, you've got to adapt to the delicate tightrope walk of plans vs. improvisation. <br />
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I like to think about music in that way too. It's my tendency to become too attached to a melody, or one certain way of arriving at a feeling. Especially on tour. I like the worn path. But I forget often that in the beginning, the roads were endless, the melodies plentiful, and each song, each piece so full of possibility.<br />
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It's daunting sometimes. Such has been life inside my brain lately. It's been too much! But I am reminding myself to just put my mind exactly in the moment that I am in, for once. I'm in a cafe that is somehow playing songs I dread from American radio that somehow even over the ocean I still can not escape. It's cloudy out. I just successfully ordered my coffee in Italian. Doppio Espresso, sort of an easy one. I shouldn't be proud of that, but God it feels good to say a word in the local language. We've just spent the last two days in Slovenia and Croatia! I couldn't say a thing! Croatia felt just like any other European city to me. I didn't get to see anything other than old, narrow streets, mountains and well, a gorgeous coastline. That was amazing. I'd come back if for no other reason than to put my feet in the water and stare out into the sea. <br />
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Now we are somewhere in the North of Italy I would guess? I saw mountains. And signs for Schio, the nearest town. And now, very suddenly, it's time to go. <br />
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until next time!<br />
-aishaAisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-78880829190411150332013-03-21T12:46:00.001-05:002013-03-21T12:46:28.638-05:00Day 4 Slovenia
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This is one of the funniest parts of the day to me. I wish this was the stuff that people filmed or photographed about tours. The time before soundcheck or a show when the band is sitting around for some mysterious, unpredictable amount of time is intriguing to me. I think it is always my attempt at engaging in some sort of normal thing--reading, writing, meandering around the internet. Dylan is upstairs improvising brilliantly goofy songs about Travis which he sings over his cello melodies. Travis is interneting. Mike and Rob are outside updating Balmorhea pages. I'm sitting down on a wooden bench that's been painted to fade into the mural on the wall here at Menza, the venue in<span class="s1"> </span>Ljubljana, Slovenia, writing to you. We spend every minute together, it's pretty nice to spread out every now and again. </div>
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It's our third time to play here! So strange to be familiar with a place that never once crossed my mind four years ago. We checked into the hotel and walked down the cobble street road to the same Falafel place we always go to. scrumptious. Yes, somehow it seems I'm always writing about food but it always seems like such a big part of the day! It occupies my brain space, what can I say.</div>
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We're sound checking now in this frigid room, so I'll try to make this quick. This is the fourth day but third show of the tour, and already somehow I've gotten sick! The run around of SXSW left me feeling hurried and frazzled. I played four shows, the last of which was Balmorhea's performance for the AV Club day party at The Mohawk. Less than 24 hours after that, I was on a plane and Europe bound. </div>
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I'm sort of still in a daze from it all. I feel like I just woke up and somehow arrived on the other side of the ocean. This is only the beginning of 5 weeks of traipsing around the continent. Time to buck up, perhaps! </div>
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Dresden was the first show (and snow) of the tour. Went well! We played an encore preceded by the thunder of the crowd stomping their feet. Yesterday we drove through a Germany covered white, through Prague and into Austria for our show in Vienna. We caught up with our old friend Jacques. I ate a pretty sick Kebap. Then we played a pretty alright show.</div>
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Two down. Many, many more to go. Ok, perhaps it's time I stand up and pay attention during this lil ol soundcheck. More to come!</div>
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-56970915867809266042013-03-21T05:59:00.004-05:002013-03-21T06:02:22.761-05:00Balmorhea European Tour 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-15660721488342898842013-01-17T01:26:00.002-06:002013-01-17T01:26:49.016-06:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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There was a point when I thought I'd be able to thoroughly catch you up on all the shows we've played that this blog has failed to mention, but my friends, that hope is long gone. I'll just keep telling you stories until I'm nearly asleep.</div>
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Friday morning, after the Atlanta show, we woke up, drank coffee, ate oatmeal, ate scrambled eggs generously made by Drew, loaded up the van and drove away. Hours. and Hours away. Before I realized I'd committed the most annoying/most atrociously rookie tour foul ever. …Ya know, sometimes when you're three and a half hours down the road, sometimes you get a phone call informing you that you left all your clothes in the last city. ALL of them. Winter scarf. Winter socks. Sweaters. Pajamas. Underthings. Toothbrush! UGH.</div>
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After realizing that overnighting my backpacking bag wasn't going to be an economic decision I'd be proud of later, I decided to embrace my luck. Amelia, a lovely gal visiting the folks we were with in Atlanta happened to be driving back to Nashville that same day and was planing on catching our show there any how. The godsend agreed to take my clothes and sleeping bag with her and deliver it to me at the show. ! incredible. Tomorrow is that glorious day. But I haven't' been roughin it too terribly at all. We stopped at a Target in Charlotte and I bought a couple sweaters, pajama pants, socks and such. I've been wearing the same two shirts for the last four days but honestly, its sort of liberating to traipse around living out of a plastic target bag.</div>
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Charlotte show was nice. Saw our friends Adam and Doran (whose couch I'm writing from at this very moment!). Played after Lindsey Ryan. She writes lovely songs. The next show was in Richmond, VA, and was probably one of my favorite nights. Good sized, silent, responsive crowd for both Idyl and me. I opened for The Moonbees and The Greenboys, two local bands who were all so incredibly friendly and supportive. Meeting great people all over the world is hands down one of the best parts of this whole thing. It's funny how music is the reason you end up on the road in the first place, but its such a tiny, tiny fraction of what you actually do in a day. Fun crowd, awesome sound at The Camel and gracious hosts afterward. Not too shabby at all.</div>
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After all of that goodness we drove up to Washington DC. But perhaps I'll save those tales for another time. Tonight we played Chapel Hill and it was incredible. I've been "home" (At Dorans--she's working the night shift and let us take over her house) for the last hour or so and we're getting up quite early for our eight hour drive to Nashville. If I know whats good for me--and I usually do--I'll stop here and call it a night. This thing is winding down! Just four more shows before I'm back home again, probably counting the days until I get to leave again. I am turning into some sort of traveling fiend! But, there are probably worse ways to be, right?</div>
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-56906598362725456282013-01-16T01:53:00.000-06:002013-01-17T01:27:46.567-06:00Atlanta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This day was heavy for me. Heavy with warmth, wonderful hospitality, history, grief and remembrance. We woke up in the home of Drew and Gray. Together they spearheaded Dr. G--the record label that released Elements of the Field on vinyl. Just last night we were talking of how good hosts are such a game changing, special occurrence, and these guys were great to us. After making a little oatmeal and coffee, Gray took us on a short tour of Atlanta. We stopped in the neighborhood where Martin Luther King Jr. grew up. We walked into Ebenezer church just in time for a presentation on its history and a surreal live performance of the "I Have a Dream" speech. The actor shut his eyes briefly, opened them again and as his voice bellowed through the hall he became someone else. Imitating Dr. King in a way that could almost make you forget he was reciting history. </div>
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We walked upstairs to the sanctuary and sat in the pews. MLK grew up in that church, co pastored it with his father and was later mourned and celebrated there after his assassination in the late 60s. My mother's face was all over my mind. She was 18 when he died, and grew up a segregated small Texas town. She used to tell me stories of sitting in the black section of a local cinema and how they were restricted to the balcony but felt they had the better view anyhow. How she remembered the bus ride to the first integrated school in town. How color blocked the city was. She had the "I Have a Dream" speech on vinyl. She collected books on the civil rights movement. She was fascinated by its documentation. And so of course, while walking down the street Martin Luther King Jr. walked down, seeing his house, his church, I was drenched in her. </div>
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I couldn't stop imagining what her face would've looked like if I could've told her where I was. I could hear the excitement in her voice so clearly that if I didn't know better I would've guessed it was real. I experienced all of this, knowing that I'll see a million more amazing things that I'll want to tell her about. And then I disintegrated at knowing that I won't because I can't. It's crippling. But there I was among friends full of excitement for a celebratory show with great people and our day had barely begun. I swallowed my grief. Chiseled my face into a smile and continued on. </div>
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Back at the house I curled into the tinniest ball and fell asleep in an arm chair. This is a quite useful skill I've acquired after five years of touring. I can fall asleep at nearly any moment in almost any place. I probably wouldn't trade gold for that.</div>
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After snagging the couch partway into my nap, and after multiple sneaky photos by passersby, I woke recharged, mostly emotionally centralized and ready for music.</div>
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The label guys organized a house show. The place was neat. A porch swing nearly the size of a twin bed. a long dark wood church pew to its left. a lamp inside that was once an old gas canister. A light made from an edition bulb attached to an old wood plank. The host runs a vintage/antique shop in the city and its written all over his house, which slowly began to fill with people. I played first and felt okay about it all.</div>
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This tour is such an experiment for me in learning how to perform alone. There are so many external elements in play each night, and I'm just relearning their weight. I'll tell you more about this another time though, this post is reaching monumental proportions. After a local songwriter performed, Idyl was up! The set was big and loud and all the while spacious. Someone yelled out a couple requests and we ended with a mellow "Ship of Death" encore. classic.</div>
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We left in good and perhaps sleepy spirits. Drew home brewed some moonshine and it perhaps got the best of some of us. That paired with a celebratory drink of Japanese whiskey back at the house had us all feeling rosy and full. We traded stories as we leaned further and further into the walls, into our chairs. We set out our sleeping bags, found our sleep clothes and darkened the house for some shut eye. We sold a few records, made some money, played a great set and all in good company. What more dare we ask for?</div>
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Thursday night we played at The Circle Bar. First show of the tour. First performance as a touring solo act. Somewhere in a song, my mind let my body play and sing while it floated to some other plane of thought. Somewhere amongst the drunken chatter, the clack--hiss of beer cans, the silhouettes of friends in my periphery, and the three empty bar stools facing me, I re-realized that all of this--even the frustrating elements--is a part of whatever musical life it is that I've subscribed to.</div>
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The Idyl set was strong and loud and fun. This was the first time that many of these songs were played with a full band and came together quite well. These guys are all so talented! Pumped for the next set! </div>
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Atlanta Tonight! 1593 Rogers Ave. A House show celebrating Elements of the Field on Vinyl. </div>
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It seems a tour arises just when it is time for me to leave the city. I can't explain it. Either its some fantastic kind of luck, or perhaps I am just always ready to leave. The routine of things back home found me in a rut, and I couldn't be happier to be hours from the state line. </div>
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Every trip I try to figure out what it is about traveling that is so soothing to me. The root of its magic is untouchable, but I think somewhere near that is this overwhelming sense of possibility. A thick stretch of trees line the interstate as far as I can see, all the way to the edge, to where the world seems flat. The endless stretch of highway, monotonous as it is, rattles opportunity to me over and over. It's as though I could drive for hours and hours and stop anywhere and become anyone. </div>
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Tonight we will stop in New Orleans, but I will just be myself, I think. Aisha Burns, opening for Idyl. ! This will be the first show of my first solo tour and everyone's asking, but I don't know how I feel. I'm excited of course and nervous sometimes but mostly curious about it all. It is a different animal, taking the stage alone and singing the same personal stories over and over again. They are all fragments of very specific things--past loves, losses, disillusions, lies I tell to myself. It will be quite the experiment to learn what the songs will work up in me after the tenth straight time of their telling. But with all luck and thankfulness, I am not afraid. There are few times that I am struck with purpose (and I'm not fully sure this is really one of them), but I can peacefully say that there's nothing else I'd rather be doing right now.</div>
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<br />Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-65834521367129993042012-11-02T16:54:00.000-05:002012-11-02T16:54:01.173-05:00Homeward Bound
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We tried to calculate precisely how far we've driven in the last month and we decided it's somewhere just over 10,000 miles. Through the deep south, up along the east coast, through Philly, NYC, Boston, and Buffalo. Trekked across Ohio, Iowa, Indiana, and the midwest. Cut down to Denver, then back up to Wyoming. Up to Vancouver, Canada, and down the west coast. </div>
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If I were one with numbers, I'd do some sort of equation to figure out what percentage of our time on the road we spend playing music. It's but a tiny sliver in the pie! Of the waking up just before check out time, eating breakfast, driving, stopping for some kind of minimal and likely gross lunch, and driving, driving, driving, you really spend all day just trying to get to the venue and set up. If I'm lucky and feeling up to it, I'll have 15 minutes to myself to warm up before running through a few songs at soundcheck and an hour performance. </div>
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But despite all of that, despite how I half complain about the bizarre quality of this mode of operation, I love it. This may have been the most fun I've ever had on tour. I'm not certain that I'm excited about coming home. My whole summer has been leading to this tour, this trip, this escape from a city and a state that's been the site of some difficult feelings. I spent good chunks of the summer running. This tour perpetuated that. And I'm not ready to stop.</div>
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There's always this anticipation when I leave home that I'll come back even just a little bit different. There is something about distance thats relieving and refreshing, and oddly empowering, knowing I've walked the streets of cities across the expanse of this great America. It makes me want to live everywhere. To be more. To do more. To do everything. Friends have moved Friends are gettin hitched. Family feels sparse and far. And I am on my own. I'm not sure what I'm coming home to, or what I'm coming home for, I suppose. Thats the source of this impulse to keep following the dotted highway lines to anywhere. The next venue. The next home. The next mountain range. The next community of artists trying to get by. The next anything. The next adventure.</div>
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Aisha Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441397202279432331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278643233302235455.post-68950487453783522702012-10-31T13:00:00.000-05:002012-11-02T16:56:47.589-05:00Arizona<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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