Chapter 2: Denton, Fort Worth, Houston, San Antonio

The Mikerophone

Being a musician on tour is like hearing a laugh in the distance . . . you’re not sure what it means, but it definitely makes you feel good.

There’s nothing like staying in a different house every night with people you’ve never met before and probably will never meet again. There’s nothing like driving into a new place and seeing its profile appear like magic out of the horizon. There’s nothing like staying up too late, eating too little, and sweating too much over creating an occasion for celebrating art. There’s nothing like being out on the road, so how does one begin to give a sense of it—to share the experience with others?

So far, I’ve stayed with seekers of social justice at a hippie commune, I’ve discussed the bible with native Texans who attend a Baptist college, I’ve eaten Memphis Barbecue, I’ve seen where Kennedy was shot in Dallas, I’ve met a man who thought his ancestors were descended from Atlantis, and I’ve remembered the Alamo. Somewhere along the way I also learned about this country and myself and, hopefully, I left something of myself behind worth remembering.

With a lot more left to look forward to, I want to take advantage of every opportunity and savor every moment.

-Mike

Chapter 1: Columbus, Bloomington, and Memphis