Before I blew a bunch of money at Berklee College of Music, I actually majored in TV Journalism at the University of Georgia, and I’ve always had a passion for film. Since American Authors hired me in January, I have been filming our adventures on my iPhone 5S, and recently started editing them together to make video tour diaries. My first completed submission chronicling our European tour actually debuted on Yahoo! Music last week. It has footage from Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris, and London; one hell of trip.
It’s fun to capture our journeys and jokes along the road, but I just imagine what it would have been like if one of my favorite bands had this behind-the-scenes footage back when I was in middle school. If the guys in STP or Soundgarden had handheld video cameras with them at all times and I could watch snippets of them hanging out on their tour bus or doing vocal warmups, I would have been mesmerized. So I hope the AA fans of all ages dig these videos, especially because I definitely had to edit out all the raunchy parts (of which there are loads). I’ll perhaps upload the director’s cuts one of these days.
It has been a pretty unreal experience touring around the world with American Authors over the last five months; that being said, I’m terribly excited to play with my band and my horns for my birthday! I turn 30 on August 14th (gasp!), but that day I’ll be blowing out birthday candles out of giant waffles at the Pukkelpop festival in Belgium with AA. So Rockwood hooked me up with a show on one of the few days I’ll be in town in July, and boy oh boy, I’m about to wee myself out of excitement.
Zac Barnett is an amazing frontman; James, Dave, and Matt are also great performers, and they are all clearly an amazing team of songwriters, businessmen, and comrades. I have learned so much about the industry, radio plays, managers, great hooks, live performance, and connecting with the audience from working with these guys (not to mention functioning on a couple hours of sleep, taking selfies with tweens and/or cougars, and gunk to put in your hair to make it look more One Direction-y). I’m excited to bring some of these hopefully improved skillsets to my own show.
So here we go. The last few weeks of my 20s. I’m thrilled to have stuck around this long!
Here I am back at Berklee practicing some advanced music theory. I know--that haircut!
Near the end of this leg of the summer tour, we played two nights at the Blue Hills Bank (formerly Bank of America) Pavilion by the Seaport in Boston. We all went to school right down the street at Berklee, so it was pretty amazing to come back and perform where we all met and where the band basically started. The last time I was there was in 2008 for Ryan Adams and the Cardinals (insert omg super fan face here).
I had some drinks with my friend Kier Byrnes who I used to play with in a band called Three Day Threshold, and we romped around Davis Square, my old stomping grounds, which is two subway stops north of Hah-vud (say it out loud). I actually stopped by my old house, next door to Red Bones BBQ, and lo and behold: there was a letter for me in the mail chest! I haven’t lived there in three years, but the Boston University Dental School still thinks I do, and they’re still trying to get paid for that teeth cleaning all those years ago. Take a hint, BU. I ain’t paying it.
It was quite a walk down memory lane. Walking by the Square where I used to busk. Getting a coffee at Diesel. Meeting some old bandmates at Anna’s Taquería for lunch. When I lived there from ’08-’10, I was studying hard, writing songs, running the school newspaper, and moreover wondering what the hell I was going to do when and if I graduated. If you had told me then that I would have to work at a hotel in Manhattan for three years, but then get to tour the world with a multi-platinum rock band, I’m pretty sure I would have been OK with that.
Check out this article on Berklee.edu about me and the boys. Hope to catch you soon Beantown!
Red Rocks! Thanks to Margaret Bankoff for the photo
We just kicked off a summer tour with hit-makers One Republic and the Script; and we have said au revoir to the van and bonjour to our first tour bus! I had never been to Colorado before, and the whole tour started with a two-night stint at Red Rocks, perhaps the most legendary outdoor venue in the country. When we first got to our green room, there was a box of Voodoo Doughnuts (just really good doughnuts, no drugs in them or anything), and a note that read: ‘American Authors, Love the tunes! Welcome aboard. We are honored to share the road with you. Mi casa [es] su casa. The OneRepublicans.’
It is easily the most extravagant production we have ever been a part of. 10 bus loads of people and 5 semi truckloads of equipment get set up and torn down almost everyday in a different city. All the 1R staging starts getting set up round 7AM, then the Script gears up downstage from that, and then around 5PM, we squeeze our amps and drums close to the front edge of the stage, soundcheck, and then come back and play our set from 7:00-7:30PM. Not 7:01, mind you; they run a tight ship. Afterwards, we hang side stage and watch Danny from the Script run around the venue wearing an Irish flag like a cape, and then pop into the crowd and watch Ryan Tedder scoot around shaking his tambourine like a madman singing “Counting Stars” and other anthems. These guys are the real deal; we are definitely taking notes.
We have hit all the hot spots in the west coast, including a sold out Hollywood Bowl (during which a boisterous Gavin Degraw ran out onstage during “Counting Stars” and didn’t particularly know any of the lyrics), and there are plenty more dates across this fine land to come. Hope you can catch one! This is easily the best summer camp I have ever been to.
We just got back from ten days in Europe, and I’m pretty sure I ate my weight in culture. We started in Berlin, and the people, street art, and history of the city was unlike any other. We stayed at the Michel Berger hotel, which is a couple blocks away from the largest standing segment of the Berlin wall that remains intact. In my opinion as a professional historian, some crazy shit went down in Berlin over the last several decades. We exercised the freedom to drink beer in the streets as soon as possible, crushed some schnitzel, and scoped out some underground clubs with the help of our local friend Hannah, who would explain to the bouncers that were hot-shot-rock-and-roll-america-wunderbar-partytime type people. Next up was Cologne, which was a quick stop, as we were excited to get to Amsterdam, where they have some very interesting coffee shops and window shopping.
If you don’t have your wits about you walking around Amsterdam, you will get sideswiped by an oncoming bicycle before you can say ‘red light district.’ Bizzerzoet was as cool of a club as I have ever seen, and the crowd was phenomenal. There were giant red stained glass windows of the devil caressing the buttocks of a young maiden; I’m not sure that would fly in most places in Atlanta. The fans were extremely enthusiastic and almost everyone stayed after the set to hang out with us and down a few Heinekens.
I made sure to text all of my friends to tell their moms to make sure to wake up in time to see us on Good Morning America a few weeks ago. We arrived at 3AM to start setting up equipment, and people were already outside to get a spot by the window, including a transvestite wearing a pink Power Ranger uniform, subbing miniskirt instead of tights. You know how everyone in the outside crowd holds up signs that they seemingly brought from home? There are people there who GIVE them the poster board and markers. The magic has been ruined.
Andrew Garfield a.k.a. Spiderman was the other guest that day, and we have always said Zac Barnett and he are twinsies; unfortunately Peter Parker shaved his coif, but the resemblance remains. I have yet to find this performance on the interwebs (if you find it please send it along!), so I’ll give you the rundown. They had Zac Barnett start outside in Times Square on his wireless microphone, and then walk into the studio through the droves of people and join us in the studio in time for the chorus. What you didn’t see was that his in ear monitors were going in and out, and our tour manager Jesse was behind the camera clapping along for him so he could sing in time. And he nailed it. That’s professionalism, baby.
So I finally ponied up and bought a new Macbook so I can keep you more up to date with these misadventures around the world. Last month, we spent the better part of two weeks in Australia, and I had the best omen to start the trip: two open seats next to me for the 20 hour flight. We spent the first few days in Sydney in the Surrey Hills neighborhood, and kicked things off with a performance of ‘Best Day’ on Sunrise TV, which is more or less their version of Good Morning America. We had some time to explore Sydney, and man–those Aussies do NOT mess around with their eggs and coffee. The next day we went on a wildlife adventure tour and got up close and personal with kangaroos, wallabies, koala bears, giant fire ants, pythons, and a bunch of other indigenous creepy crawlers down under. I may or may not have let/made a kangaroo eat out of my belly button (don’t you dare judge me). The view of the shoreline along the Tasman sea was easily the most breathtaking I have ever seen; lucky for me I was there to soak in this romantic panorama with a bunch of bros.
Seth Meyers to SXSW to Mexico to London to Dallas to New Orleans to Atlanta. Thank God I bought that horseshoe travel pillow. The ATL show was the best show so far for many reasons, the first of which was feeling a bit like a hometown hero. Mom, grandma, and my brother Willy came. A bunch of high school and UGA friends turned up and got rowdy. We resisted the Clermont Lounge Karaoke and ended up at Church (the bar). Thanks for coming, guys.
After a sold out show in Birmingham, we flew to LA to perform at the Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Awards. It was easily the most garish, decadent show any of us have ever played. Celebs adorned the orange carpet: the Hoff, Kevin Hart, Adam Sandler, Selena Gomez, Duck Dynasty, a bunch of Nick stars who I had not a clue who they were (but the tween girls wept hysterically when they waved), and Mark Wahlberg was the host. We actually closed the show moments after Marky Mark got slimed, and Nickelodeon definitely helped us pull out all the stops: we had a drumline of neon Oompa Loompas, balloons, confetti, crazy lights, and of course…SLIME! There was a slime fountain directly behind my amp, and some residual pink and green splatter remains on my shoes and jeans, which I will forever tout as a trophy.
Since then, we finished up our first headlining tour through the Carolinas, Nashville, Ohio, and Milwaukee (which is Algonquin for “the good land”), went skydiving in Palm Springs, played a Coachella party, hit Arizona and Nebraska, and we’re now off to Australia for a couple weeks.
Believe it or not: this job remains better than carrying bags at the hotel for a bunch of snobs. Catch you blokes and sheilas when we return from down unda!
Check out the KCA video via our super fan Perez Hilton here.
I have adored Conan O’Brien since I was was ten. I would endure Leno on school nights just to watch Late Night, trying to stay awake until the end to see the musical guest. I always noticed how Conan would come over after the song and shake the hand of everyone in the band, saying “That was great! Thanks for doing it!”
Our wild week on the west coast started a few hours after the Academy Awards, as we loaded our gear into the Dolby Theater around 2AM. Crew members and TV personalities scurried around backstage nursing coffee and tea, trying to stay awake. American Authors were the last act for Kelly and Michael’s Live Oscar post show, on the very same stage as the infamous awards show had taken place a few hours earlier. In spite of some technical malfunctions from some zombie-eyed sound engineers (who may have also run sound for John Travolta), it was pretty amazing to perform at such an arena.
The next day was huge…Conan. The studio was at the same Warner Bros lot as Ellen (been there, done that), and we got an intern named Steve to give us a tour of the premises on a golf cart to see the sets of True Blood, Gilmore Girls, and The Dark Knight. By lunchtime it was already an unbelievable day and we hadn’t even performed yet. We chatted briefly with Conan and Andy Richter beforehand in the green room, and they were super sweet and cool. Our sound guy Joe and I also got to sit in on the rehearsal and watch them workshop different bits and sketches (including a Food TV clip of Guy Fieri eating at a greasy diner; the caption from your TV remote’s ‘more info’ button said “a troll figurine comes to life, and decides to roam the countryside eating garbage”).
Obligatory Selfie at the Oscars Post Show
The other guests were Betty White, who at 92 years young remains devastatingly witty and charming, and Drogofrom Game of Thrones, who told me he liked my jacket. The sound crew and stage setup were among the most pro we have ever played, and lo and behold, Conan came down after the song to shake our hands. It was perhaps the most surreal moment of my life. He said to us, as the credits rolled, “I appreciate you guys really performing the music. A lot of bands are too cool for school when they play and just stand there. I hate that shit.” He said shit! To us! That means were best friends!!
We had a big family dinner with managers and label folks at the Saddle Ranch afterwards, and the waitress put it on TBS come 11:50 PM so we could watch the performance. We closed the night with karaoke, mechanical bull riding, and general celebratory carousing. Next week we play Late Night with Seth Meyers, and Ricky Gervais is the guest. The band’s debut album just came out a few days ago, and is entitled ‘Oh What a Life.’ I couldn’t agree more.
As my friend Ann pointed out, my lesbian street cred is through the roof these days, having worked with Sandra Bernhard and then playing on Ellen. Tegan and/or Sara–you’re NEXT. It certainly was a relief to get out of NYC’s icy grip to get some LA sunshine. Cruised around Silverlake with the boys, hiked the Hollywood hills, and then got to hang out at Warner Bros Studios. Before the taping, Ellen watched us soundcheck from the empty audience and then came down and gave us all hugs. We had swag bags waiting for us in the dressing room with pink Ellen boxer briefs and shot glasses. She was amazingly sweet and cool.
But the coolest moment for me was that our dressing room was next to that of Mr. Bruno Mars, who was the guest for the next episode. He’s not only a huge (in grandeur, not stature) star, but he was a frequent guest at my old hotel from which I resigned less than a month ago. I’ve carried his bags many times, and he was always a generous tipper and super nice guy. But now I’m in a band in a dressing room next to his for a renowned TV show. We waited around for a few minutes to see if we could say hi, but he was getting his makeup done and we had a flight to catch, so I didn’t get that special chance to really creep him out with my hotel story; probably for the best.
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