Tarrytown, New York…

Different places call different people. Some stay home; others can’t stay still.

A few nights ago, the road called us to Tarrytown. We rolled in with guitars, a ukulele, and the Bonfire 3000—and by the final song, it felt like the whole room had veered off the trail together and into whatever the night wanted to become.

Mucho thanks to everyone who came out and joined the adventure.

Find yourself & lose your destination.

Last night’s show was at the Keswick Theatre in Glenside, PA. Afterward, Nate and I had to walk through the theater to get to the merch table, where we always meet people and give out “free high fives.”

We were trying to slip by unnoticed, but the crowd spotted us and gave us a standing ovation. It’s normal to clap after a song, but this was completely out of the blue. Something about it struck me. It was nice.

Thanks, Glenside, Pennsylvania.

We also met a couple who had gotten engaged just before the show. He’d popped the question right under the marquee. Their “song” is our song “Sand in My Sheets”… which wasn’t on the setlist.

So we grabbed a ukulele, walked with them to the marquee, and sang it there—for them and the semicircle of people who had gathered.

I remember working on that song with Nate in his old living room in Newport Beach, before anyone had heard our music. Now, 2,700 miles away and almost twenty years later, these two people have made it part of their story.

Those kinds of things trip me out—the wild improbability you can only see in hindsight.