We are ending where we began this record-- on leaving. This is the final post of the We Made Ourselves a Home When We Didn't Know blog (and livecast!) series. And we are completing it with the first song we wrote, years ago, in a yellow house in East Nashville. This song was the floodgate opener that brought "Tiny Moses" later that week, then "Take Me With You" just a week after that. It was where we started to leave the homes we had been living in, and began dreaming of

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

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

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 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

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

Well, in case you missed it, last week's Double Americana was picturesque. We played the song everybody knows, "Home on the Range," because it was literally our experience, except that there were a few clouds on our first day. We were camped in Badlands National Park in South Dakota for a few days, enjoying some time to ourselves. The temperature had dropped and felt like Fall, the prairie dogs were chittering all around our camper driving our road dogs crazy, and the bighorn

What makes a good Americana song a good Americana song, you ask? Heartache. Longing. Homesickness for a place you can't return to. The road that took the one you love away and won't bring them back. Loss; the person, place and thing. Also, a memorable melody. This week on Double Americana we'll cover the traditional tune, "Red River Valley," a song that even if you don't know it, you know it. It goes by other names including "Cowboy Love Song", "Bright Sherman Valley", "Brigh

"From the desk of the self-appointed tiny folk band fan club president (Alabama chapter) I am listening to the new CD for the first time as I type this. Because you care, I thought I would share my thoughts... "Take me with you is awesome folk music at its best. The harmonies sound great." --Larry Jelley, Self-Appointed Tiny Folk Band Fan Club President (Alabama Chapter) Well, shucks. Thanks, Larry. And thanks to all of you for sticking with us as we've gone through and given