Inside this tour bus is a wide range of experiences. There are those who are like Chance, homegrown in the Appalachians and who has stomped enough U.S. ground to have an opinion about each nook we land in. There are also those who are like Sayak, who had never boarded an airplane until last month. Within this group of forty-or-so, there is no standard bearer. There is no normal – just a perpetual series of first experiences cascading into each other into this thing we’ve decided to call OneBeat. As we wind up the East Coast, we witness the nuances in the ways that we order our food, cope with nervousness, and feel out new cities. Today, we migrated up to North Carolina.
After playing churches, divebars, schools, parks, and museums in Charleston, Asheville was our place to let it all go. In a porch by the lake, surrounded by wooden benches and waterfowl, we jammed deep into the night and filled our bellies with Vietnamese sandwiches. Thanks for a great show Bywater Bar, we hit Virginia tomorrow!