These Are The Daves I Know

Here we are in Knoxville, TN. Nice people abound. While getting coffee I inquired as to where a certain part of town was and a cute boy actually escorted me all the way there. But us Northwesterners are not cut out for this humidity. After an hour of strolling along the streets I felt like I was melting into the pavement. Now I am back in the climate controlled hotel room, watching Wimbledon on the TV. It appears that Venus Williams has beaten Maria Sharapova in the semi-finals.

Tour is nearly over. It has been a long journey and we have traversed many paths. The crowds have been effusive; I am embracing the various forms of appreciation: There are the movers and shakers, the pointers, the sing alongers to every songers, the fist raisers, the foot stompers, the hold onto your lovers, the eyes closed ones, the stand stillers, the take it all in-ers.

There are a lot of fans who have only heard The Woods and that is exciting for us. We love playing the new songs, they are monsters that we can unleash every night; growling or thrashing to the joyful chaos. And the old songs feel new sometimes, which is all you can hope for; to experience them as if for the first time.
-CB