I love the guys I tour with a whole hell of a lot. They make my job everyday easy, fun, and something to look forward to. They take care of each other and are my extended family. It probably sounds lame and contrived - but they care and I care back. They’re fun to watch every night and I consider myself extremely lucky to have the ability to do something I love with a bunch of people I love.
Here they are dedicating tonight’s huddle to me and my horrible day with FedEx. I can’t take all the credit. Our tour manager Tim helped put out much of the fire, the venue and promoter provided the posters we sold in place of shirts and CDs, they happily signed everything I put in front of them for the sake of the fans. I’m just a lucky fucking kid. Thanks, guys. I love you a lot.