You guessed it! Hill Bombin skills or hospital bills! I took an unfortunate yet thrilling fall while running into a pretty hefty gravel patch at high speeds the other day. Definitely a good learning experience as well as an ironic slap in the face that my injuries would have been reduced perhaps by 90% if I had adorned the proper safety gear that I had purchased not more than a day before. Funny, huh? Not haha funny, though.


Matt Walsh at Winston-Salem Christian Rally.

The tour went wonderfully well. This is probably the tightest the Andy Friedman roadshow has ever been. For the last 3 days, it has been four piece plus Paul Curreri, monster musician/finger-picking guitar extraordinaire. A highlight came while I was reclined on a street bench outside of the Hunter-Gatherer in Columbia, SC where I was mistaken by the cops for a 17 year-old runaway. I had the whole bar rooting for me, but it only went so far that 10 people hit the streets to help my cause before the fuzz realized that I was a mature 24 year old in town on business. Yes, very mature.

Now, Andy, Greg Donahue, Caleb Stine, and myself are held up in the Curreri-Sproule household to record a new record. As I type, I hold a 1950s toy guitar in my hand after having an enlightening lesson with Paul. It's been raining today. The house overlooks the Thomas Jefferson's Monticello residence, even though the mist engulfed it for most of the afternoon.