Photos by Colin Czerwinski
Considered to the historians as “The Week Of Days Off,” Henrietta will go down in history for this week. Many nights were spent joking around without a show (due to show drops and other reasons out of our control), but the shows that did happen were beyond memorable. Austin, Texas will always be a spot to hit in the U.S. because of how compact and fun the atmosphere is. The show there ruled, the days off after meant even more. This week tested the patience of days, the will to sleep and the strength of the bonds that have been made. It felt very disjointed from the normal schedule of tour, seeing as it seemed to run like so; show, day off, hotel, show, day off, day off, hotel and show. It never followed a regular pattern. It was kind of mind blowing how the drives always seemed to last during the day time and night time as well, making for van totals that bent the parameters of previous experiences on tour.
But, with all that being said. Henrietta endeavored more than just a month of shows, having tackled insane landscapes, unnatural situations and actually probably the best week show wise. Austin, Texas was a highlight, admirably reminding people that Austin is nothing like Texas. Albuquerque seemed dead, and traffic to and from made it a quick in and out. Someone attempted to rob the van. Louisiana flooded out hopes of making it through the state to the first Florida show on time. It’s just been an absolutely bizarre week. Even the people transcribing the events are exhausted at trying to recollect just how much has gone down across the entire southern stretch of the country.
That is also where this story starts to come to a close, as a whole. Henrietta have completed their third tour this year. From day one this tour has been my favorite one thus far. Everyone is still around the same friendly mindset as when I first met them in Atlanta. Manny is still singing his songs randomly, breaking like a record in such bliss. I hoenstly could fall asleep to his voice. Andy Shauf is still putting our universe into an existential collapse. Colin’s eye has continued to find something to capture, even with more than half of the last waking hours spent driving in a van. Eddie’s posture is without a break, still chugging on. John’s sass is still the same, the wit never snapping o into a dead zone (that’s where my jokes lie in wait). Actually, the whole band can counter the best of jokes and propel it into a realm of pure entertainment.
And now I find myself staring at the remaining days of my own tour. Today the band hits home. Today we eat a buffet like knights of the van table. Maybe the warriors of the open road. There is no table. There hasn’t even been a stable bed in the past 30 days. Henrietta strive on.
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