Hey, we made it. After consuming little more than Gatorade and potato chips during twenty-four solid hours of pure driving enjoyment, we’ve reached our destination. Drums are being mic-ed up as basketball is being played by the band ruffians in the parking lot under 32 degree heat. We’ll narrow down our 16 demos to ten final songs that will end up on the record, and start tracking drums tomorrow… we’ll post some video highlights of our road trip, including commentary from Anne the Exxon gas station attendant…