My Skin Care Routine
I got a new guitar!
Well, I got an old guitar.
A really, really old guitar. Like, 1939, old. It’s a Kalamazoo guitar made during the Great Depression. I’ve always wanted one of these guitars and I played one when we were in the studio last month. Erin saw me take it out of the case and said playfully, “Is that Fred?” So the name Freddy stuck. I’ve played guitar more in the last week than probably the last year combined because of Freddy. I can feel all the songs hiding in it’s belly and I can’t wait to break them open. He sounds incredible! And he’s coming to a show near you.
Starting with Atlanta, Georgia at Eddie’s Attic on May 3rd. GET YOUR TICKETS HERE.
I hope to see you out on the open road. We love ya’ll!
And for today’s tall tale: My Skin Care Routine.
I was in her office for a spot on my nose so it didn’t make much sense to me why I had to take my shirt off.
It doesn’t matter how many pushups I do in a given week; I tend to prefer my shirt on.
Which is funny because in almost every dream I remember when I wake up, I’m topless. Maybe in dreams we are allowed to be brave. Bullets can’t hurt us and sometimes we can even fly—two things even more likely to happen than me be comfortable taking my clothes off in front of a stranger. What if, instead, I get a turtle neck and parka?
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