Yesterday Phil and John (from the Myriad) walked around a little town outside of Boston, and it turned out that the street we were walking on was the very street that Paul Revere rode through town on yelling “The British are coming.” According to locals though the event was less heroic than our history books have made it out to be. Apparently Mr. Revere got wasted at a local pub and rode through the streets drunk and yelling. That woke everyone up and caused a stir that we read about now.

We were able to go into some amazing old churches and look around. We went into several little shops filled with historic stuff, and even walked through several little neighborhoods. Boston is absolutely a place I could live.

Today we are in New York. I got up and started walking around. We are at the Hammerstein Ballroom tonight, which is easily one of the coolest venues on the tour. Which is saying a lot because every show has been cool. There is a full video crew, with eight cameras setting up right now, and are going to film the entire show. I can’t believe how many people are involved in this one. There are at least fifty people that I have never seen setting up things in the theatre.

Oh yeah and there was another little band that played here and recorded a dvd as well. I wonder how many amazing musicians have been in the same dressing room I am typing this from. That thought blows my mind.

Tonight the busses aren’t leaving until four in the morning so I know it will be a late night in the city. Im excited to walk around some more. This is my fourth or fifth time here, and it always looks so different. Things are changing like crazy and it’s hard to figure out where you are, but it’s kind of fun to get lost.