Day 1 (Draft from 7/27/11)

I'm sitting here in a parking lot somewhere near LAX with the some of the most amazing musicians I have ever heard serenading me. Most of these people have never met each other before tonight. In fact, we probably don't remember most of each other's names. I know the vocalist, who has a voice that candle to any of the shit we find on the radio these days. This raw and strong, whiskey and cigarette-stained voice is projecting a sound that physically gives me chills.