We are cartoons! This may come as a shock to those of you who thought we already were. But we are serious. As serious as... a cute little cartoon. Last November, we had a spark of an idea while chatting with our buddy in Asheville, Steve Carter (who you may remember as our balloon artist from our "Tiny Moses" music video). Within a week, we had a couple of adorable sketches showing up in our text messages. So, we did what we always do-- we told Steve some stories. From

Happy New Year! We’ve been enjoying a nice few weeks off with our family in Tallahassee, FL, where the weather is temperate if not a hot 75 degrees most days. We’ve been eating too much tasty holiday food and then taking the dogs on walks around a neighborhood that still has it’s Christmas lights up. We’ve become accustomed to the classic Florida Santa- long beard and red hat, in swimming trunks and a Hawaiian shirt- and with snowflake shaped Christmas lights hanging off of p

This is Mallory's first Halloween. Her family wasn't all that into the idea when she was growing up, and by the time she hit college, the idea sort of made her tired. And while there was a year where she walked with her nephew so he could collect candy, there was no dressing up... and no candy for her. So this year, we are pulling out all the stops. And that's pretty easy to do, since we've literally stopped. We are parked in a driveway in Bradford, Vermont now. We know, we

We were right under each other's noses all along. At first, literally. When my (Mallory) parents drove me up to New England to spend a semester away on Martha's Vineyard for a "school of rock" few months with 30 other students, we got on the ferry from Woods Hole, MA. My dad and I stood on the deck, looking down at the water. My dad was explaining to me how the ferry worked, making a few guesses as to what various gears were for. Then we looked down at the smaller ferry

Well we are officially in New England for the Fall, but it is not officially Fall in New England yet. We're in Connecticut for a few days hanging out with our friend Mike Shannon who you might remember as that guy we used to live with when we all lived in Nashville and our bass player on We Made Ourselves a Home When We Didn't Know. We're doing the things we used to do when we lived together, mostly binge watching shows on Netflix and playing with the dog. It's a good life. M

Just a head's up, Double Americana this week will be Wednesday at 1:30PM EST, instead of our normal noontime slot, on account of us doing a radio show called "Whiskey Before Breakfast." This isn't code for "we're just going to day drink instead of doing our jobs," it's an actual show and you can listen to it at www.wrct.org or in Pittsburgh on 88.3FM. So you can tune in there and then catch Double Americana at 1:30PM from Mallory's Mom's house. So, we've got these friends, Le

Double Americana is back in full swing- every Wednesday at noon EST. Let's all take a moment and thank our lucky stars, shall we? We've missed you as much as (we're sure) you missed us. We've mentioned this before, but this round we're going to be doing things a little differently. You'll still get to hear the theme song and we'll still be playing everybody's favorite part of Double Americana, "What's In The Fruitbowl?" but we'll also be bringing you some of our own songs and

It's midnight at the Texas Canyon rest stop and the moon is so bright it feels like daytime. We got the last spot at the rest area, beating a semi-truck to the spot by mere seconds. We're in Arizona, having just spent a couple days 25 minutes from the Mexico border in a little town called Tubac, where our friends showed us how to live it up in a town full of retirees. This desert air and scenery is doing us well and that's a good thing because we'll be seeing this terrain for

Today on Double Americana we're performing the great Negro spiritual, "Down By The Riverside." Also known as "Aint Gonna Study War No War," this was Mallory's high school fight song, which is ironic on account of it's pacifist nature. Nevertheless, ever time she hears it, she experiences an overwhelming spike in school pride. Go Panthers! Originally sung by slaves before the Civil War, it was an expression of religious hope but also, as was common in spirituals, an allusion

Hello friends! We're on the road! And happy about it! We're currently bumming the internet and electricity from a local coffee shop in the idyllic mountain town of Idyllwild, CA. We've been waking up before 7AM each morning to move the camper because, once again, we're parking in questionable places. But this is fine by us because it allows more time in the day to take long hikes up steep mountains with incredible overlooks before stopping in at Cafe Aroma in the afternoon fo

We've spent the last six weeks in the San Joaquin Valley, California's central valley, with the Coastal Range to the West and the majestic Sierra Nevada's to the East. In the strict, technical sense, California is no longer in its seven year drought, but during our six weeks here, we've had three, maybe four, days of rain. Which is not much rain. (The skies did manage to open up a little bit on the couple days that we had designated to pack and move the camper, soaking the la

We've got these two friends, let's call 'em Aaron and Bryan, who've got an excellent selection of little brown jugs on a high shelf in their kitchen. And every time we go over to their house we end up not-so-carefully selecting a little brown jug and having more to drink out of it than we'd planned. The next morning we curse them under our whiskey breaths. Well, these two friends went down to New Orleans a couple years ago and saw the Preservation Hall Jazz Band play this son

This year has been our best one yet and the worst year ever. The year is almost over and we've got one more song to do for Double Americana before we say to 2017, "good riddance, we'll miss you all the same." We're not going to take much time here to reminisce and look back on all the ups and downs except to say, we've come a long way since we got our camper stuck in the mud and started this long tour of a year. We've learned a lot, especially about mud season. Today we clean

Scott's Dad has this joke. It goes like this; "I'm not afraid of heights, but I am afraid of widths." It's an easy joke. Not very funny. Solid C material straight out of the joke book every father is handed when their first child is born. But every time he hears that someone is afraid of heights, he can't help it. He repeats the joke. It's tradition. It's kind of like how every December, Mallory starts singing "Silver Bells" in the smoothest, crooning, baritone since Bing C

It's the middle of December and the days are short and cold even in California. Every night we've heard the gentle whirring of a giant fan in the orange grove behind Scott's parents' house, a sign that the temperature has dropped low enough that the air needs to be kept moving so that the oranges don't freeze. There are Christmas lights on houses and obligatory Christmas concerts, poinsettias and seasonal cookies. This is the time of year when you miss someone; the time of ye

It's been a crazy couple weeks here in the land of The R&T. Between releasing a music video for Tiny Moses, playing shows in Reedley, Santa Margarita, and Paso Robles (thanks to everyone who came out and supported us!), completing our Kickstarter (WE MADE IT THANKS TO YOU!), readying press releases, submitting our music to distributors, and drinking a lot of Turkish Coffee, we've been the proverbial chicken minus a head. And it wasn't just a crazy week for us. It was a crazy

Well, we're in the thick of it here, folks. And if you're not looking for the perfect Christmas present for your Double Americana obsessed friend, then you're probably looking for coffee. Luckily for you, we've got both. For today's Rumbly Tummy, we decided to walk you through how to make Turkish Coffee. Last Christmas, Mallory got Scott this ibrik and set of 3 espresso cups, the perfect size to spring on curious relatives during your holiday celebration. The first time we ha

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up under some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly feeling of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way y

Today on Double Americana we're covering a sea shanty called, "Pay Me My Money Down." You see, we started a Kickstarter Campaign, (have we told you about this yet?) and were looking for folk songs dealing with money, and wouldn't you know it, there aren't all that many traditional folk tunes that deal with raising capital via crowdsourcing in order to independently release music to a techno-savvy audience who is increasingly indifferent to new folk music, and so we settled on

We're in Moab, UT at a semi-upscale Vietnamese inspired restaurant called 98 Center (yelp it, it's awesome.) Dim lights, delicious drink menu, and lots of vegetarian/gluten free options. We came here the night before as well, because when you live in a camper and boondock on a regular basis, you need electricity to power your devices, and we needed to get a little work done. And so, we ordered some dinner and drinks (vegan bahn mi sandwiches and some truly inspired bahn mi na