FROM THE ROAD: INMAN, SC

I'll go anywhere for Chick-fil-A, even South Carolina in May. I love the Carolinas actually and visit those two states more than any others oddly enough. And when I'm there I always stop and grab some Christian Chicken - Deep fried Holy Spirit is what that stuff is.

And after that I feel spiritual again and so I soft rock to my greatest potential. Such was the routine in Inman. We drove until after midnight the night before and checked into the Holiday Inn Express. I'm not getting paid to say this alright but something flutters in me with anticipation every time we stay in a Holiday Inn Express because the shower heads in their rooms were all replaced at all of their locations about a year and a half ago I guess it was. I don't care about the beds in a hotel because I'm asleep - I don't know if it's dirty, lumpy, smelly or hard. I don't care about the food because I'm either up too early or too late to savor or choke on the complimentary continental spread. I don't care about the cost because I'm not paying most of the time. I care about the shower. After a long day in the car or hopping flights I want a great shower with excellent water pressure, temperature and spread. I need the shower to massage not pummel, to warm not scald, and to cover not sprinkle me. Ah, there's no greater luxury on the road than a Holiday Inn Express shower. (Holiday Inn corporate guys, please send free stay coupons to POBox 680055, Franklin, Tn 37068).



Then we woke up this morning and headed to the open field behind Lake Bowen Baptist Church where I witnessed - I kid you not - a pink-wigged clown riding a mechanical bull, a seven foot cow playing frisbee (pictured above) all while Building 429, Rachael Lampa, NewSong, a few independent bands, Michael Olson and I played for the crowd melting in the South Carolina humidity. It was a good day made better by the nicest people in the country (Southerners of course) and a more than ample supply of sweet tea.



After our portion of the day's events Michael (opening for me currently on select dates), my band and road manager and I hopped in our 15 passenger "bus" and made the haul back to Nashville - stopping along the way of course for large quantities of Mountain Dew or Dr.Pepper and one Pull-My-Finger pen.





That last item was for my son of course. I took no pleasure in demonstrating it's lifelike emissions for the guys.

Oh the spiritual journeys of the Christian rock star.

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