Charlotte, North Carolina…

Last night we gathered around our little bonfire beneath the stage lights. The ukulele sang, and together we turned them into human songs, words, stories, and feelings.

Music is a gift because it can purchase what money can’t... friendship. It’s humans singing what cannot be spoken, in person, authenticating their humanity to one another and building rare camaraderie at speeds that seem to lengthen and deepen the stretch of our lives.

Mucho thanks to @michaelfranti for bringing us along on this adventure.

For years, some of our best songs have found us around fires in hidden coves... after the trail ended, beneath the stars, with waves breaking somewhere in the dark.

The guitar gave us someone to talk to. It sang out mysterious sounds, and we tried to turn them into human songs, stories, and feelings.

Now we’ve carried that little fire onto the stage.

For a while each night, the room becomes the Hideaway... the nearest faraway place. Strangers become friends. We sing what cannot be spoken. And beneath the lights, gathered around the glow, we remember that the world is still huge, mystery is still alive, and the adventure continues...

Sounds weird, but last night during the show, I crouched down over the Bonfire 3000 and even prodded the “coals.” Something about that motion… I almost forgot we were performing a show for a second. It felt like a real fire. 🔥

Thanks for gathering around it with us, Jacksonville. 🤙