We have a loose competition going in Seventh Epic. The award goes to whoever will be the last to completely eat it during a show. It happens. So far Garret and Scott have taken the tumble. So it’s down to Sarah and I now. At some point as a performer you learn to embrace malfunctions and just go with it.

I’ve had a few close calls. Just last week in Lancaster I was using a nice box up front for some rock star poses/jumps ect. and the thing nearly fell forward on one of my more energetic leaps. This would have sent me packing off the front of a relatively high stage. All that kept me from falling was “Sarah cannot win!”

We got Scott’s “moment” on video and did exactly what anyone should do… blog about it. This was in Asheville about a month ago. Enjoy.

~josh

A small crowd has trickled in and gathered in small pools around the tables and bar. The band on stage offers them their best. Some listen with rapt attention. Others are distracted by deep and meaningful conversation. All pause to clap or cheer appropriately in the silence between songs. But there is a tangible difference in the atmosphere as a song picks up and catches the attention of bystander and conversationalist alike. Suddenly there is harmony, rhythm, and depth to the music that pulls at something inside each of us and beckons us communally to a better, higher place than where we were. As the song comes to a close and slowly releases us from its hold the tell tale scholar in cut-off camos holds up his beer and calls out with gusto, “Free Bird!”