Tour-wonderful-tour has been going splendidly. For a rock band trying to make it in our time the odds are stacked well against you. Money is tight. Gas is not cheap. People have their guards up. Doors locked. Hearts closed. Safe. When then is the best time to feel more alive? How many of us doubt ourselves? How many of us have come to our own crossroad and chose to leave our guts behind in an old suitcase alongside dreams of teenage years? What more is there to live for than our dreams? Heading back to Chicago for our excellently fun show at Subterranean a few days ago I relayed a feeling to Mark that I feel has some substance. The city I/we call home, wherever that is for anyone, is like a beautifully tentacled beast of overwhelming proportion. For all the memories it holds, for all the ghosts that live there, each of our hometowns hold lifetimes worth of experience. It is these experiences that, everytime we leave for tour, that day, and everytime we return from tour, that day, those collective experiences grab us all in their feverishly addicted-to-us tentacles and refuse to let us go without a fight. But fight is the heart of dreams followed. In short, for those of you wondering whether your dreams are worth following. They are. No matter the cost. No matter the time. No matter anything. When I am 80 years old I will know I followed my dreams. What more is there? What more? -Nickolas www.stateandmadison.net facebook.com/stateandmadison Twitter - @nickolasblazina / @stateandmadison
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