Tag Archives: perils of touring

King of Pain

I’ve gone over that night in my mind hundreds of times. I’ve written songs about it. I have some moments burned into my memory so deeply I see them when I sleep. And I’m still trying to figure out if it was my fault. I’ll always wonder what I could have done differently. I will […]

Missing You

Four days later, we flew United to Chicago O’Hare where a driver was supposed to meet us. I’d traded in my denim jacket for my somewhat battered black trench coat, and put on the round sunglasses Matthew had given me way back when. The contracts were in my backpack again and I felt weird traveling […]