The very first Macbeth shoe was Vegan - and is still is in the line today! We think it is very important to offer rad fashionable cruelty-free products at an affordable price. So you can imagine how pumped we were at the opportunity to work with peta2 and a bunch of great artists on our new Studio Project Gatsby. Check out the interview that Forrest did from hellogoodbye for us! Learn more about the First Step now and grab a pair of peta2 Gatsbys here!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Posted on March 18, 2014
Since our last tour update, we've played Lawrence, St. Louis, Minneapolis, Chicago, Pontiac, Akron, Buffalo, Syracuse, and we play NPR Tiny Desk. All the shows were equally as hot as amazing! We wish we could go back to all these places every week. Parting ways with a band you love on tour is always hard, especially such handsome men like Weatherbox. But we were able to look forward to our first show with A Great Big Pile of Leaves starting in Lawrence, Kansas. They also just released a new record which came out while we were on tour together. Please check it out.
We also finally had ourselves a "Champagne Jam" on this leg of the tour. Basically involved us all having a personal bottle of champagne during our set in Syracuse.
Posted on March 18, 2014
James Coffee Co and Macbeth are super stoked to host a Listening Party for the handsome and talented quintet Night Riots' new EP ||Young Lore||. Come hang, listen to them play a couple songs acoustic, get all jazzed up on delicious coffee, eat some food, and hear the EP at the Macbeth Garage. Mark your calendars - July 27th. It's a date you don't want to miss!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Everything looks good in black and gum, and the Langley is no exception. This stud got a makeover in a rich black suede, and with the gum outsole, these shoes are sure to jazz up any outfit. Since we love Journey's so much, we made this Langley an exclusive to them so head to the nearest mall and try on a pair now!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Mill Valley CA
I know it sounds very old ladyish of me, but I found the cutest little farmer's market today! Haha. I don't know why, but it was nice walking around looking at the fruits and vegetables these people raised. Maybe it's an underlying human connection thing. So I had to make a few purchases. Pecan Chewie, some plums, an oyster, and a donut peach (which I had never heard of, but it was delicious). I sat on the boardwalk of the Mill Valley-Tamalpais Path, alone in the sun, and enjoyed my finds. On the Richardson Bay, which feeds into the San Francisco Bay. In the Tamalpais-Homestead Valley.
The show at Sweetwater Music Hall was a blast. Some friends of ours from the record label came to see us. Great people. It gives me some comfort about my future and turning my life upside down for all of this.
In my drunkenness, I came up with a cheesy but pertinent motivational tag line: The only thing that can destroy you is your own fear. So don't let it.
MILL VALLEY, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES • 68° SUNNY
Day 40: The Final Show
Mill Valley CA to Crystal Bay NV
Tonight we are playing the Crystal Bay Casino that sits right on Lake Tahoe. It's hard to believe that tonight is the last show. It seems as though Corpus Christi was yesterday. Yet with a lifetime in between. A lifetime overnight.
So it's a little sad. I'm also fucking thrilled to get back to a casino. I'm also terrified of the potential, perhaps eminent, debauchery that could ensue tonight. The Wild Feathers and Ryan Bingham crews one last night to party. At a casino. Holy shit. This is going to get out of hand.
I-80 E, AUBURN, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES • 82° SUNNY
Crystal Bay NV to Lake Point UT
Strangely enough, last night did not end up being as crazy as I thought it might be. You never know. Some nights you predict a huge party but it never really pops. Other nights you wonder if there is anything fun to do in a tiny Wyoming town. Next thing you know you've fired up an entire bar crowd, people can't stop buying you drinks, girls are fighting over you. Better to wonder than to expect.
We did have a blast, for sure. Played a very emotional show. Drank. Gambled. Mischief, etc. Today we start the 3 trek back to Nashville. The long walk home. Or some version of a home.
I-80 E, WELLS, NEVADA, UNITED STATES • 68° CLEAR
Lake Point UT to Mound City MO
Black, starless night. 14 hours in. Rolling through Nebraska. Flat farm land, big sky. Off to the left and right cuts a horizon of vacuum-black land meeting barely illuminated frosted glass sky.
Trees are few and far between, their bloated silhouettes loom large. Every now and then we pass a large and lonely farmhouse that appears vacant and ominous. Maybe even dangerous, certainly sepulchral. Though the beams of our headlights search desperately, they cannot find an end to the yellow line in the road. It merely fades away in the asphalt sprawl in front of us, just barely under a lightning storm we are zeroed in on. Barreling towards. Bombs exploding in the clouds. Electrical wires slicing the black void. The farms, the trees, the deathly houses spark into sight. Only for a moment, tauntingly. Was that a house there? What was that shape? Who was that lone person in the field?
The night is huge, everywhere and everything, all we have.
US-75, UNION, NEBRASKA, UNITED STATES • 81°
Mound City MO to Nashville TN
44 days later, I stepped back in to my beautiful loft in my favorite city, Nashville, TN. 44 days. That's a lot of goodbyes to have to say. To all the dear friends I met and re-met along the way. That's a lot of goodbyes I never got to say. To the life I once had here - and to the home - that I never realized I was truly leaving behind until I was already way gone. Committed to leaving sometime forever ago, though finally conceptualized it as such along those 44 days.
I had been very nervous about returning home. How would I feel coming back here? Once something that defined me, now a broken picture frame, the glass shattered, and the picture blown away by the wind. So it is sad. But not as sad as I had dreaded. I am going to enjoy it. I'm going to love my dogs and stretch out in a desirable solitude. I'm not going to wallow in all the potential pain I could muster.
The moment that made me the most sentimental occurred when I was outside. Taking my dogs out to use the bathroom before bed, walking along the river, them bound to me by leashes and love. Like we have done countless nights before. A late night barge hummed by, its wake lapped the rocks. I looked back up at the building and saw my bedroom window illuminated from within. Just as I had so many countless nights before. Those nights I would look at the window, and find such immeasurable joy knowing that my love was in that bedroom. Lying in that bed waiting for me to come and turn off the light and lie beside her. With her. There. For her.
Now I am lying in that same bed, alone. But it is not the same bed. This bed feels like the bed in which a dead friend once slept. And this loft, this beautiful loft, this once-proud home, is a place I will say goodbye to forever in a few days when I hit the road for the next tour. Because I will not be returning here. Not to this cadaverous loft. It is not my home. It is a ghost's home.
If you want something, want it bad. So bad that it hurts. Let that pain burn you until you cannot take it anymore and then make the world feel it. If you want everything, you better be ready to give everything. Because it will cost you. It will fucking cost you everything and more. And you can have everything. Yes, everything. But, you cannot have it all.
You'd better be ready to sit in a van and smell dudes' farts for 44 days.
Just kidding. Peace. Goodnight.
508 LOFTS, NASHVILLE, TN, UNITED STATES • 86° PARTLY CLOUDY
Go to The Wild Feather's website now and learn all about them. Catch up on Ben Jarvis' last entry here and all of his previous entries are listed to the right under Notes from the Road - believe me, you want to read them all.
Posted on March 18, 2014
Posted on March 18, 2014
Jackson Hole WY to Boise ID
An emotional morning ride in the van. We had to leave Jackson Hole very early to make it to an event at Record Exchange, a great indie record store in Boise. I woke up feeling a little down, maybe it was just from staying up too late and drinking. But I wasn't the only one. Some slept during the ride, some of us sat up front and talked. We talked about the girls in our lives. The girls not in our lives. Talked about life. It is great to be around some wise fellows. Wise and funny. It's important to crack some jokes during such intense emotional conversations. The laughter helps the release. The talk helped. I think we learned something.
Boise, ID is one of my favorite cities. We have played there twice now, and both times were great. The show this time at the Egyptian Theater was fantastic. Beautiful venue. Beautiful people. Our favorite hotel is there. We have made some good friends there. Had some special hangs with some special special folks.
BOISE, IDAHO, UNITED STATES
Boise ID to Portland OR
It seems like all I have mentioned lately is the scenery of the country. But the drive to Portland through the Gorge along the Columbia River is not to be forgotten. My second time this tour seeing the Gorge. One thing that stood out about this drive were the few waterfall moments. I absolutely love waterfalls.
We celebrated a feather's birthday in Portland, in full feathers fashion. Wild. The night started off at an amazing Thai restaurant called Pok Pok. Quite the dining experience. I cannot name what we had by the Thai names, but dishes we all passed around included ribs, chicken wings, steak salad, prawns, pork belly, and boar collar. Fucking delicious. Afterwards, we let the celebration spill out into downtown Portland, taking it as we wanted.
PORTLAND, OREGON, UNITED STATES • 75° MOSTLY CLOUDY
We played a radio event in the afternoon. A filmed, full band performance they streamed online. My mom told me she enjoyed watching it, which was very nice to hear.
Portland sure is a fun town. After the show at the Roseland Theater, we picked up right where we left off with the birthday celebration the night before. We went to a rad little bar and imposed our dancing will on the place. It had been a long time since I got to dance up on a table, so it was good to be back! Dancing on furniture is one of my favorite pastimes. Full on insanity broke out in the place. Clothes were coming off. Everyone was smooching and dancing with everyone. Get up on the table. Get down on the floor.
PORTLAND, OREGON, UNITED STATES • 73° MOSTLY CLOUDY
Portland OR to Eugene OR
After an intense night of dancing, I was awoken to the sounds of a parade passing by our hotel and texts from my ex girlfriend regarding our living situation. When am I moving out, when are you moving out, etc. Such a strange feeling lying there in a hotel bed trying to wrap my head around the vestiges of my home. Letting go while the parade marched on.
I went and had lunch with a dear friend who was on vacation in Portland. Having to coordinate meeting up through a parade proved difficult. While trying to locate her, she said on the phone to me, “I feel like we're so close but there's a parade in between us.” I found something poetic about that. Like me, she was also dealing with a break up and a hangover, so we said fuck it all, let's eat a bunch of pizza.
I've never in my life attempted a hand stand or a cartwheel. After the show at W.O.W. Hall, some of us were trying/doing them in the venue after it had cleared out. I couldn't do either one and was getting so pissed about it. The closest I came was very close to a success, but I landed on the side of my knee and now it's kind of swollen.
EUGENE, OREGON, UNITED STATES • 73° SUNNY
Eugene OR to Sacramento CA
I got to see some old friends at Harlow's in Sacramento. Some good friends of my parents who I had not seen in probably 13, 14 years came out to see me. It was nice to see them, and they wrote an email to my mom bragging on me, which I appreciated.
There was also another friend there who I knew from Nashville. I love the guy and his wife and their baby daughter. They moved from Nashville to Sacramento a few months ago. I've had a small hang-up in my heart about them leaving. Not because they left Nashville, but because I never got to tell them goodbye. I was on the road when they left town, so I missed their going away party and all that good stuff. Those remaining precious sessions you get to have with friends before they leave. But on the other hand, I was the first friend to come visit him in Sacramento, so it worked out?
Sacramento CA to Sausalito CA to Mill Valley Ca
Woke up early and dazed from the party the night before. We had to make it to Sausalito by noon to play a weird lunch performance in a marketing and branding company's office. I was texting with some friends from home on the ride there, and I literally almost lost my mind, they were being so unbelievably fucking funny.
After that it was a day off in the Bay Area. I got in some hotel fitness center time, and then rented a bicycle and rode around for a while. I made some phone calls and caught up. Had a solo dinner. I had the option to go into San Francisco or Sausalito, but I opted to stay put. It was nice to stay in one place for a second. I also had the chance to go out to bars and drink, but decided against that. Like I've said before, on nights when we have shows, I get so fired up and it's hard to calm myself down, so I throw down as much as possible. It felt good to not be so intense for a night.
MILL VALLEY, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES • 63° CLOUDY
Posted on March 18, 2014
Posted on March 18, 2014
Phoenix, Arizona has always been so good to us. We had a blast, can't wait to come back. We drove a few hours towards San Diego that night and stayed at the only motel around for miles. There was a pack of dogs standing at our door when we pulled up, not the most friendly looking dogs either. But they let us pass.
Before our show in San Diego we stopped in at the Macbeth store in Encinitas. Hung out with friends for a bit, and played some songs in the store. It was a fun way to spend our afternoon. The show later that night was at the House of Blues. A Journey cover band was playing in the big room and we had the smaller side room. It looked like we were playing in a Chili's restaurant, but the crowd was awesome.
Santa Ana at the constellation room, we knew this was going to be a good show because they gave us a bottle of Jager, we had In and Out, and the show was sold out. What more could you ask for? Thank you for a great show.
San Francisco!! This show caught us all off guard. When we loaded in the venue had a early show going on, a jam band called The Faithful Bread. TFB for short. They had one song left and a half hour later the song was still going on.They cut it really close to doors on our show. Also the room that we thought was our green room, turned out to be some guys house who was home the whole time we were in there. Someone later punched a hole in the bathroom wall and tried setting it on fire. It was a hot sweaty show. We had a lot of fun!
Portland. Thought about getting Voodoo Doughnut but then saw the line. So we just walked around a bunch. We played in a venue right next to the Fall Out Boy show, that line was just as long as the doughnut line. We really enjoyed our day spent in Portland and hope it doesn't take another year for us to come back.
The next day was in Seattle. We got to eat at Meanders Kitchen, theplace is 2 for 2 in our book. We also got to hang out with our friend Abe who always shows us a great time. The venue was the Vera Project, and the room and the crowd were both amazing. During Au Revoir a crowd surfer ended up on stage and it was at the point when "Adios" is first said. Well this person didn't know the words and was going to cue us back into the song but sang "Au Revoir" the reaction of everyone in the room was pretty great.
We had the day off so we took our time driving to Salt Lake City. The place in SLC that we played was called the Shred Shed. DIY space, they put on shows every night of the week and they do a great job at running the place. We had a interview with a class of foreign exchange students from the Dominican Republic, they all came to the show. It was soooooo fun!
Denver!!! We have a bunch of friends who live out in Denver so we started out the day meeting up with a few. It was also the last show with Weatherbox ;( no one was looking forward to this part of tour. They're such a great band, and even greater people. Up to this point this show was our favorite Denver show we have had.
We wish we could go back to all these places every week!
Posted on March 18, 2014
Day 27: Wava & Rough
Missoula MT to Great Falls MT
Things got wild after the show at Rumors in Great Falls. We stayed at a beautiful cabin right on the Missouri River that the promoter of the show owns. Everyone went back to the cabin fairly soon after the show. But I wanted to hang out more.
I met some friends. Wava and Rough. A fun loving couple, and they took me under their wing for the night. They were awesome and wild. Generous and loveable. Ready for anything. I made a joke about getting tattoos, and they thought that was the best idea in the world. Fuck yeah, we need to get tattoos tonight, they resounded. They asked all around but no one knew of a tattoo parlor open, luckily. So I should've known better when I said something about a strip club. Great Falls' finest strip club was a shithole with very unappealing girls. Wava and Rough loved it. So I loved it, too.
A highlight was popping over to the world famous Sip 'N Dip bar, a super cheesy tropical decorated lounge. The music entertainment was an old lady playing keyboard singing lounge versions of Jimmy Buffet songs. The main attraction to the Sip 'N Dip is the glass pool behind the bar with mermaids swimming around. Much sexier than the strip club.
I'm thankful to have visited Sip 'N Dip. And to have had such crazy evening with unexpected friends. That's one thing I find exciting and wonderful but also a little sad about living on the road. You can tend to feel a lack of closeness with friends sometimes because you are not at home with them. So every now and then you make new friends and you can be best friends for a night. But in the morning you're gone. You've exchanged glimpses into lives, and you may or may not stay in touch. I don't know how to get in touch with Wava or Rough (I'm not even sure what Rough's real name is, maybe Clayton?), but I love those wild fuckers.
Great Falls MT to Bozeman MT
All this Montana driving. I actually wish there was more of it. Montana is country that will not quit. One unbelievable view after another. I cannot describe it. Nor can I seem to get a picture of it that adequately reflects to me what I see in real life. I guess this little digital thing can't fit it in. Or maybe I just don't know how to take good pictures.
There is something crushing about the country here. It can get your emotions stoked. Maybe there's a vulnerability in remaining in awe of something real, but something unknown. In awe of a creation. But who made this? If it was God then God is a lunatic for imagining it. A true artist. Yet some say it made itself, and if so then it's an equal lunacy for something to become that. Neither one seems to make sense when you see it. It makes God and a natural creation congruent with one another. I don't know why or how but that's ok. I don't need to give it meaning. I'll leave that to the antelopes and grizzly bears while I just sit here and let it feel great to see all of this Montana fly by.
Bozeman MT to Billings MT
I love it when we make a scene. It seems like every time we stop in and go some place to eat, heads are turning. We get way too loud, say too many swear words in earshot, and laugh at everything. Hey, there's a family at that table right behind you. Oh fuck, sorry.
It's even like that when we hit up gas stations. I guess we have a desire - or perhaps a need - to make even the most mundane situations exciting and eventful. Or maybe we are just crazy and annoying.
I love it when we make a scene!
Billings MT to Laramie WY
Sometimes the enchantment can pile up everywhere around me. It makes me intense and I go through it on fire. A full fucking blaze - so everyone, watch. I'm feeling the exhale of days and nights in Montana.
Every night in Montana, I hit hard. Hit it all hard. Drums, people, drinks, situations. Maybe it's the country, or maybe it's the the people. But it could just be me. It seemed like every one I met was also ready to get fired up. The crowds at the shows were some of the best on this whole tour.
Montana was a whirlwind of mountains and rivers. Trees and clouds and sky. Friends that I may have already lost and the ones who are still traveling with me. And now this drive to Wyoming is gorgeous. Inescapable beauty. More country that demands reckoning.
Laramie WY to Jackson Hole WY
I don't know how I keep falling in with these wild crowds. Perhaps people up here in the big sky country are prone to party harder? Last night was a continuation of the past few nights before. The show at the Gryphon Theater was great. Rowdy crowd, again. We've been tinkering with the set list the past few shows and have been enjoying the outcomes.
After the show, I set out to bars with people I met at the show. I actually felt famous. That seems so weird to say but it's true. When I walked in the first bar, people made a scene about it. From all over the bar people were shouting “what ya drinkin?” Shots and beers were just handed to me. All night. I never ended up paying for anything the entire night. There was live music there, a few dudes playing guitars and a trumpet player. I sang “Cortez The Killer” with them. It was awesome, but we really lit the place up with “Rockin' In The Free World.” I had the whole bar singing. Fucking righteous.
Afterwards, some nice folks took me to a diner to grab something to eat. I cannot remember their names anymore, but they were great. I got back to the hotel so late, I was locked out of my room. There was supposed to be a key waiting for me at the front desk, but there was not. I was wondering around the hotel hallway, hammered, trying to figure out what to do. The elevator door randomly opened in front of me. A very familiar face from earlier in the evening appeared, and I found a place to sleep.
Jackson Hole WY
Our buddy, who is a radio DJ in Jackson Hole, loaded us up and took us to Grand Teton National Park. A fantastic and unforgettable afternoon. We got sandwiches, got stoned, and got on our way to see some of the most amazing scenic views I've ever seen. And that's saying a lot after Montana.
After eating our little picnic, we explored around the trails of String Lake. Grown men, now wandering children in awe of the sanctuary. Yet for the Tetons it was just another day. Another nanosecond in their ageless boasting.
On the way out of the park, we pulled over by a pond to stand and watch a moose drink. He didn't seem to mind all the people standing around snapping pictures of him. He just went on strolling around the pond, dipping his head in to drink. He also might have been eating something, because every now and then he would blow in the water. It sounded like he was blowing bubbles in the water. Maybe that's just exactly what he was doing. The moose had a sense of humor, and that's how he entertained the crowd? I get it.