Our New Zealand and Australia tour has come to a close and i’m a bit sad, a bit homesick and perhaps dealing with a little postpartum. A little emotional whiplash, too. Our schedule has been a roller coaster ever since playing Woodsist Festival then straight to New Zealand straight to traversing the continent of Australia. Today is our first day off with no travel booked and I’m not quite sure how to spend it.
I’m gonna miss these cities, shows, fans and our tour companion
. Another great tour in the rear view.(One could argue that our tour isn’t over as we fly to Jakarta tomorrow for a show and then me and some bandmates continue on to Vietnam for vacation. But tour feels over - and tomorrow a very different adventure).
I’ve been feeling a lot of gratitude this year for my life in music. Music is everything to me, through thick and thin I have an unwavering devotion to it. It’s made my life easy in so many ways - to have a passion that I know, no matter, I will follow at all costs. I’ve always felt I had a purpose and a companion with music and for that I am forever grateful.
As my tour cycle for all things This Is A Photograph winds down, i’ve found myself listening to Leonard Cohens Tower Of Song a lot. Like the man himself, the song is funny and brilliant. No one else could sum up what it means to be devoted to music better than he does in Tower Of Song.
So feeling all the things one feels in my current state and having nothing to do, i’ve decided to make a little cover of Tower Of Song, up in my own tower of sorts, at my hotel in downtown Perth, a few blocks from the Indian Ocean, right near the window where the sun is indeed “very strong”.
Thanks everyone who came out to see us on this run. It was far and wide my best tour down here yet. Can’t wait for the next one.
***This recording is shitty - but I happen to love shitty recordings. I fucked the bridge (a bridge I might add that actually has the word bridge in it) up because I didn’t see it coming and suddenly there I was, stumbling across it - but I made it to the finish line, I think.
Enjoy
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song