On the morning of July 12th, we said our final goodbyes to Missoula and embarked on our journey to our pre-decided half way point between there and Denver. This half-way point ended up being just outside of Buffalo, Wyoming, at a campground dubbed “Middle Fork” inside of Big Horn National Forest. The drive was a little over 7 hours (on paper) and back tracked east through Montana, crossing through Bozeman and Billings, cities which I had passed through on my way to Missoula. As we passed through the state, I realized the exterior temperature gauge on the 4Runner was running hotter and hotter and eventually climaxed at a whopping 114 degrees Fahrenheit… absolute nonsense. I had to drive around 55-60 mph to keep the truck from overheating. The irony that this vehicle had spent over 20 years, 2000 miles south of here, and had probably never felt heat quiet this intense… It was a stressful bout of travel, but all ended up dandy in the end. We continued through the Crow Reservation of southern Montana, across the border, through Sheridan, and into Buffalo, WY at last. We pulled our cars into “DJ’s Grocery”, let out a couple big sighs, and sauntered in. We walked up and down aisles as we mulled over what we’d like to eat for dinner, and stumbled upon a relic, lost in time. A full sized Jelly Belly display, tall as it was wide, just like the one in the Millenia Mall Target in Orlando, where as a young child I would “sample” handfuls of jellybeans before filling a small bag, speckled with every color of the rainbow and every shade in between. Though I was not particularly craving jellybeans.. we did each fill ourselves a bag to take with us, knowing that we would probably never see a display like this again. Moving on.. We bought ourselves some groceries and made our way to the campsite which ended up being gorgeous. Anjelina fixed the tent while I started dinner, and we made off to bed at a reasonable time. We could hear the rushing water of the creek, which was maybe 20 feet from our tent, as we laid our heads down at night and drifted off to sleep. The next day we packed up at the crack of dawn to make it to Fort Collins, Colorado, where my long time partner in production, Corey Coffman, had offered to produce a song for me free of charge. Corey has overseen the mastering of my albums for over five years, and it was a highlight of the trip to get to spend some time in his studio. Our relationship was predominantly nurtured though email, and this was the most time we’d spent in the same room, though I knew we’d get along more than fine. I feel super lucky to have gotten to know him well enough that he’d offer his time up for the day, and I’m excited to share with you all the final result when the time comes. We got dinner after a long afternoon of tracking, and retired on the floor of his studio (Thanks, Corey <3). The next morning, we spent some time at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, which had some incredible life size dioramas. That afternoon was the Denver gig, which ended up up not having the best turn out, but we enjoyed our time there none the less. We went for a walk beforehand and saw lots of Canada geese, and plenty of friendly squirrels, that seemed as if they’d climb right up your leg if you let them. 

That’s about all I’ve got for you today. Only a few more posts before I’m caught up with the happenings of the trip. Many thanks to whoever is out there reading this. I’m having fun using this as a mode of reminiscing now, as well as documentation for future journeys through the past. 

Love to all, 

Harrie

In an effort to expedite the catching-up-with-myself process, I am going to attempt to speed run a bit of this, and spare the excruciating detail. We got up around 9am and helped ourselves to a big fat breakfast and coffee at the campsite. We loaded up the 4Runner and started out. Our first stop was the Mount Washburn trailhead. We had plenty of miles ahead of us, tracing the northern loop of the park, and decided we would just hike up a mile or so and turn around. On our way back, we gathered wild flowers and pressed them in our matching pair of Barbara Kingsolver books when we got back to the car. We stopped at a few more pull-offs (little nooks where you can park for a minute on the side of the road), most of them overlooking Tower Falls, where we peered through walls of poplar trees, hundreds of feet below us at the water, rushing, white, and turbulent. Further down the road, we arrived at Lamar Valley, a rolling prairie where I was wishful for a wolf siting. A young boy at the campsite had told me that they had seen a black wolf the day before, and his father said this was the spot. No wolves were seen unfortunately, just a handful of pronghorns, elk, plenty of bison, and a grizzly bear from a few hundred feet away, that we could only really kind of see through the digital zoom lens on my VHS camera. We did managed to spot a cow moose and her calf, feeding along the slope of a hillside, maybe only about 250 feet away. We were separated by a small gully, which gave us a bit of confidence, as we really wanted to leave her plenty of space. A moose, as you probably know, is not a beast you want to fuck around with. We drove north toward Gardiner, through a series of dead-serious switch backs. We exited the northern entrance of Yellowstone around 4pm and head back to Missoula. We got back around 8pm and chilled before bed, reflecting on the past few day’s adventures. The next morning was the beginning of the end of our time in Montana. We started the day at a shop that had been recommended to us on the night of the show by many a local, called Butterfly Herb. It was an herb shop as you may have guessed; lots of teas, spices, oils and the like. At the back of the shop there is a coffee/tea shop that sells breakfast items as well. At the very moment we settled into a booth in the back of the establishment, I turned my head up to see Nataanii, a new friend I had made at the show just days before, who had offered me a tarot reading. I hadn’t thought into it too much, as I knew our time was extremely limited, and our schedule had been packed rather tightly. Destiny had its own plan however, and she led me directly into this moment. We greeted Nataanii and she was more than happy to give us a reading. I didn’t get the feeling she was surprised that our paths aligned on their own, almost as if she was communicating non-verbally that this is just how fate works. We sat still as she held both of our palms, and dealt cards with great focus and intent. I won’t go into the details of our reading, but I can tell you the contents felt incredibly relevant to both of us, Anjelina and I. Certain things seemed to pertain to our own struggles/life paths, and others to our relationship and its own intricacies. It was an introspective and highly moving experience, and I am very grateful that the universe led us there that morning. The rest of our day was spent galavanting around the town, stopping here and there as we pleased. We went to a butterfly and insect sanctuary, which was another highlight of the trip. We got some dinner and a few beers, and headed back to her sister’s place to pack up the rest of our things, and organize our cars for our departure the next morning. It was an excellent “wind down” sort of day, a perfect conclusion to our stay in the charming city of Missoula, 

More to come,

Harrie

P.S. if you haven’t figured it out, the photos always show up in reverse order to the story.. Can’t figure out how to import them in the right sequence… so please start at the bottom if you’d like to see them in chronological order. 

Picking up where we left off… We awoke relatively early after a late night following the gig to haul our asses to Yellowstone. We arrived around 3pm, and the ranger at the gate gave us the recommendation of hitting the southern loop that evening and the northern loop in the morning. Following their advice we drove south through a chain of sulfur geysers; holes in the ground leading to hydrothermal vents where ground water is heated by the volcanic system hidden below the surface of the park. We pulled up to Old Faithful around 5:45pm with maybe 30 minutes until its estimated eruption time.. We got ice cream cones at the lodge and it felt like Disney world.. lots of screaming kids and lines to wait in. Stuffed animals, pins, and patches lined the walls. Large LCD screens were mounted on the walls where you’d order before being ushered off to one of three pickup windows.. the inside of the lodge completely contrasted what laid outside of it. Thousands of acres of land, largely unspoiled by the hands of human kind. The park was so expansive, it felt like one you really had to see from the window of a car if you only had a few days to spare. I think it would take a month or so to begging to get familiarized with the land. We waited on the wooden benches that sat in a crescent around Old Faithful and waited for it’s finale. Hundreds sat beside us amidst a sea of chatter that crescendoed every time it bubbled over a bit more than its usual constant gurgle. “This is it” or “Here it comes” .. even thought that was hardly ever the case. I had read online that when it’s time, you’ll know. And sure enough the geyser began to spit. Giant clouds of steam and hundreds of gallons of scalding hot water were hurled further and further into the air until its climax. It was spectacular, and even more amazing that it has happened every day for the last few thousand or perhaps millions of years, a handful of times a day. Like the earth keeping time in its own bizarre way. We pressed on into the park that evening. Daylight was on our side in Wyoming, often pushing into the late evening, sometimes past 10pm. We saw a herd of 5 or so elk behind a wooden fence, and a herd of buffalo in the shade of the setting sun, brandishing its yellow hue against a sea of pine trees. It was a gorgeous night, it finally moments spent racing the sun down the last stretch of gravel road back toward our campsite. We got the tent set up and made a quick dinner. Anjelina went off to bed and I waited up a while under the stars, hoping to see the fox that the gate keeper told us likes to frequent the loop our campsite was situated within. Sure enough, with a pinch of luck, they walked right by me, right though our campsite and beside the picnic table I had been leaning against, staring up at the night sky. I followed him over to the campsite adjacent to ours, and watched them snoop around for scraps of food on the ground, and then scurry off onto the next site to continue its forage. 
An incredible day all in all, spent in the fresh air supplied by many acres of brilliant fir, spruce, and pine. Gracious for my health and to be out exploring the world. Another day of wandering was ahead of us, and I’ll leave the details, anticipating their unfurl in the next chapter. 

Thanks for reading, 

Lots of love, 

Harrie

The past week has flown by and I’ve been falling behind on my blogs. Don’t even know where to start. I got to Missoula on the 5th and linked up with Anjelina!! We went on a bike ride the first night down to the river and looked at all the different colored rocks and skipped for a little bit. Biked around some more n took it easy the rest of the night. Went to the movies n saw Obsession n it was wicked. She had watched it by herself maybe two weeks before and idk how she did that shit. It was scary ok. Gave me shivers a couple times, just very unsettling. The next day we hit a workout in the backyard with her sister and boyfriend and then went for a run down to the creek. Saw a doe feeding her fawn. Met the black cat with no tail that Ina had been crushing over for the past few weeks. Strengthened my relationship with Bif, Anjelina’s sister’s dog who is very timid/defensive with new people but oh so cute and sweet once he realizes there’s no threat (he forgets by the next time he sees u) Chipped away at gaining his trust <3 Made breakfast after our exercise, and went to this brewery later called kettlehouse.. got this vanilla barrel aged scotch ale that was probably the best beer I’ve ever tasted… The next day was a big one, we drove north to Glacier National Forest and spent the day there. We were both not feeling it at first (kinda exhausted and not super enthusiastic about the 5 hour drive), but we smashed some coffee and forged ahead. It was super worth it. No bears.. (rly wanted to see a grizzly) but we did see some mountain goats.  Ina atttteeee up the drive back home and I got to play passenger princess and take pics of the sunset out the window. Made it home before dark (only gets dark at 10pm here wtf).. The next day was the show!!! And it was a huge surprise because I genuinely thought it was gonna be a flop and it ended up being legendary. Wasn’t a huge turn out, maybe 40 people or so, but everyone was really respectful and into the music. Sophie Bell opened it up and blew me away. Her songwriting was incredible, personal, and endearing, and a bunch of other things I don’t have the words for. Lots of people came up and said nice things at the merch table and I was feeling so lucky. Been feeling lucky this whole trip. After the show, a new friend named Donal (helped book the gig)  took some photos of us out in the back alley before we went back in and hung out with the other folks that helped put on the show; the sound person Noah, and Daina who took care of the door. They gave us a beer out of their secret stash of white stouts made by that same local brewery I previously mentioned. That shit was like gold. Best beer ever and it felt special they wanted to share with us. They only can it in the winter and they had a little honey pot of them tucked away…. was smiling walking away from this one, especially because the response was unexpected… anyways. Oh I met another person named Nataanii who offered to give me a tarot reading.. more on that in the next one. A few action packed days squeezed into this post. I’d keep going but I wanna leave room for pictures. Hoping that Slasher (my kitty cat) hasn’t completely come to terms with my absence and still misses me. He’s been on my mind extra today… love to my family and friends in Florida and all the new friends I’ve met over the past few days. 
 

In conclusion, I love beer and cats and dogs and rocks and outside and friendship and family and music and professor david blight’s history 119 podcast about the civil war 

Harrie

Thanks to some intel from my bestie Anjelina’s older sister, I got the most insane campsite on the 3rd of July. It was a long day of driving from Minneapolis to the Badlands in South Dakota. Weather was fine all day but a huge storm ended up passing through maybe 45 minutes after pulling into my spot up on a great big ridge overlooking a great big canyon. Had to be a the nicest campsite I’ve ever had. This was dispersed camping which means no water spouts, no electricity, no bathrooms… just a spot to pitch a tent. Ended up just hunkering down in the 4Runner with the storm on its way.. managed to make some dinner and get into the truck before it started. The rain was heavy and the winds were howling, but it didn’t last long at all. After it settled down, I crawled out the rear hatch, and was just getting cozied up to my book when I noticed a massive, glowing rainbow through my windshield. Was such an awesome treat. Took a bunch of photos, and bounced around all giddy, chatting with my site-mate about how magical it was. His name was Dillion, a young 20 something from Maine who was on a big road trip, heading to Wyoming to meet a friend. We drank a beer and chatted about our plans and our lives back home. Wishing him luck on his trip.

The next day I considered driving all the way to Missoula, where I’m meeting Anjelina and staying with her there for a week before starting the journey back to Florida… ended up reaching out to a friend named Robert who I’d met through the twice a week mountain bike night rides in Gainesville. I’d only met him that one time but I have some mutual friends who pushed me to hit him up on my way through Montana, as he lives there most of the year. He ended up offering me his backyard to camp for the night and it was so perfect. Met his parter Patty and his cats Soula and Merle. Slept under the stars that night after getting cleaned up in his outdoor shower (best shower I’ve ever taken), and then hit a bike ride together in the morning down long stretching gravel roads that ran along the river and up a few small mountains. He felt like a friend I’d known for much longer than I have, and I’m gracious we got to link up, and wishful we might meet again soon. Was a lucky couple of days, some of my best ever experiences on tour squeezed into such a brief amount of time…

Love to all <3 Let this be a reminder to get out there and make new friends in unfamiliar places. 

 

Wow. So many incredible memories made over the past few days. The Chicago show was a ton of fun, played with Combats Naps again (same as Madison, was another sweet set) and with Giant Pit Of Glass from Chicago. I had checked out their EP days before the show and definitely dug it, but the show was something else. Their set was incredible. They were super balanced and dynamic, and I just really enjoyed it. There were lots of tender words exchanged at the merch table, and I left feeling unbelievably fortunate. Lucky to have made all the connections and friends I have through this project, and touring always reminds you of that. Minneapolis was all that and more. My friend Jake, the frontman of the band Prize Horse organized a super intimate water-side show at a park in Minneapolis. Internet Dating opened it up. I loved their set. It was really wholesome and had me smiling the whole time… Jake’s set was masterful as usual and everyone was really attentive and locked in on it. Excited to see him with the full band one day… anyways… don’t mean to be dropping a review for the whole thing but it was such a great night. The sense of community in Minneapolis is unmatched and never feels synthetic. Just a bunch of genuine folks who care about others and want to put the group’s happiness before their own it feels. We can all take a lesson from the people of Minneapolis. HAD THE BEST DAY the next day with Nathanael, someone I’d met on my last outing to the city. We stayed up late after the show chatting around the campfire and I met up with him the next morning at a local cafe. We rode bikes all day. He took me on an insane tour of the twin cities, lots of mixed terrain riding. Paths and gravel roads, by the river, and then down into Minneapolis and back. He’s such an incredible person and I’m lucky to call him a friend. Had a bunch of great talks that rolled all the way into the night back at his place. Met up with Gut, another awesome dude who’s about to have a baby with his partner (send them love) and kept on talking about the world and how it all ended up this way, the good and the bad…. Crazy how much got squeezed into that day… so lucky to make friends like this along the road. Family, friends and community is all you’ve got at some point and I’m all the more excited to spread that love for the collective wellbeing back home… inspiring to say the least. 

Lots of love,

Harrie

Almost got stuck in Kentucky after these crazy storms that led to flooding. I guess I left at the right time because the interstate ended up underwater hours later. Bizarre coincidence, the timing of it all. A few people ended up passing away in the flood. Wishing peace to the deceased and their families. Stayed with some family friends of ours in Louisville, they took me into town and then to the stables where they keep their horse, Charlie (flex; jealous). He’s only got one eye. Was really nice to get to see them, it had been over 10 years. I left in the morning and head to Chicago where I stayed with my friend Jake. We went on a bike ride on the night I pulled in and we’re gonna spend some time in his studio/shared space recording some songs. It’s a really great sounding room. Madison was excellent, aside from the drive over, riddled with traffic, and the heat outside was unrelenting. Not a whole lot to say…. Been busy with all the moving around. Here’s some photos from the past couple days. 

Oh.. my tamagotchi died on me already wtf </3 gonna try again soon. Love you Beryl, RIP.

Atlanta was beassssst. So many good people/ good laughs had while hanging at the merch table. Ryan (Rope Bridge) and Reed Winkler are such nice human beings. Also big shout out to Maddox who helped throw the show and covered production costs out of pocket/ out of the kindness of their heart. Thank you x10000 to everyone who came and all the great performances. Thank you to Ryan and Ray and Fruitman and Mickey for letting me crash. I’m POSTED up in Chattanooga.. At Raccoon Mountain campground and I got lucky with a nice spot. No other campers around. Went for a bike ride, throwing around a kettlebell rn. The theme of this tour is fortification.. mental, spiritual, and physical. Halfway joking. Solo tours are always very reflective, throwing me out of my routine, forcing me to find new ways to soothe my psyche, and quiet the little voice in my head that always wants to panic. Vibes are high and rising. Listening to the new Roxy 2 record. Very cool. Played with those guys in Baltimore a few tours back and they blew us all away. Came running from the green room like… who the f is playing rn. So yea check that out. Anyways. Bout to make some dinner and crash early. Wish you could see all the fireflies… you would not believe ur eyes 😳

Love to all, 

Harrie

Oh shitttt it’s going down. The truck is loaded up. Way too much clothes, tons of food and snacks and all that. Cameras, batteries, art supplies, guitars, merch. So much extra shit to keep track of. Incredibly sad to leave my boy Slashie especially because I can’t explain it to him:(. He’s just gonna be 3 days in like, where tf is my dad </3. On my way to Atlanta but gonna stop to see my sister and nephew first… pumped to see them and to link with all my Atlanta friends. Huge thanks to Ryan (Rope Bridge) again for helping me out with this show and letting me crash after…Gonna listen to this civil war podcast on the way up.. drive’s not too bad. Chattanooga tmw!! Gonna go on a bike ride and maybe get a swim in. Yippeeeee. Everybody wish me luck n safety on the road, I’ll be extra careful <3 love you all, hope to see you soon. 

Harrie

Oh p.s. tampa show was tight. Highlights were seeing my good friend Sally and hanging with him for an hour or so. Had a really good chat outside and he gifted me this insane bag and a custom belt he embroidered to say DEADHARRIE …. Fucking legend. Will be a good luck charm for me on my journey. I also ended up drinking bourbon in the back office with the owner of the venue. There’s perks man, there’s perks. 
 

Orlando was sweet. Crowd was really respectful and attentive… I guess Lowertown pulls the right folks. Met my bestie Megan out front before soundcheck and we j-walked across the street to the 711 and bought two Jai Alai tall boys. On the way back an old head slowed his car down beside us and hyped up my kit. Said I looked all put together. Thanks unc 🙏 We agreed it had to be some kind of good omen. We hung out back until Olivia (Lowertown) called me and said I’m up for soundcheck. Went by quick. The sound person’s name was DC and he was cool. Lowertown’s set was great. They looked good on stage if that makes sense. They looked like they belong up there… true performers. Met a bunch of nice kids at the merch table after. Someone named michael maybe?? (Pretty sure but don’t hate me if I dropped the ball) gave me this sweet butterfly pin that they thrifted and told me they were the one who gave me the Deadharrie charm bracelet at the last orlando show at The Social. So sweet. It sits up on a shelf in my desk right where I can see whenever I’m mixing/recording. Met another person named Charlie who was from Scotland and somehow lived 10 minutes from the small town that my dad told me our family came from… small world. He has it was a niche ass town. Anyways.. fun start to the journey. Thanks everyone who listened to the set and grabbed a shirt. The drive home to Gainesville was quick.. listened to this band Sherane that Megan put me on to.. liked that. Ran the new Villagerrr album in full. Love that record. I listened to this audiobook called “The Gospel Singer” by an author named Harry Crews on the way down to Orlando but I knew that shit was gonna knock me out if I listened on the way back. Gets me so zoned out trying to listen to the story so I’ll be sticking to music for the night drives… anyways.. Oh, I had this crazy dream last night where I rode my bike down some trail in the woods that led down the branch of this huge tree overlooking a lake filled with little glowing jellyfish. Then I tried to get my mom to bring her back to it and show her and the lake was all dried up and so were the jellyfish.. sad ending, but the visuals we insane. Post-apocalyptic psychedelia... Wish I had the skill to paint it. 

Been a minute since I’ve post on here… mostly because my older brother made this website for me and I have hardly any clue how to edit it… maybe getting the hang of it though we’ll see… want to start posting more. I take a lot of film photos that are all stashed up in folders, this could be a good means of sharing hmmmmmm. Pumped to get back on the road. The 4Runner is gnawing at the bit. The mechanic told me everything’s good which like never happens. So that’s comforting but I’m also like, euhhh check again there’s always something wrong with this thing. Anyways, my sweet chariot is about to carry me to Montana and back. Camping most nights (my fuckin favorite). Got some books I’m excited to read. Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver (bout a quarter through already and it’s great).. I read Demon Copperhead by her and loved it. Also bringing You Can’t Win by Jack Black (not the school of rock dude). Got a few others too I’ll try and mention ‘em later. Any fuckin who. Love you all so much, thanks for coming to shows, buying merch, and listening to my records. Got a bunch of new songs recorded and not yet recorded that I’m crazy about. Really took a step back this year to focus in. Dying to share them with you but damn I already got people on the internet complaining I drop music too often… like dude just look away lol. Tons of love from Florida to all of you. Sorry to the rest of the world that the U.S. is such a shit show but there’s still lots of good hearted people here. Slashers in my lap right now.. I’m drinking coffee, playing website warrior. Well this was fun. I’ll yap at y’all again soon <33 

love and light,

harrie

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recorded this one at home on a Tascam 488. a mangled daydream just like all my others. i really puke this stuff out in the best way. songwriting feels a lot like throwing up. some of these songs are really old, written when I was in high school. some were written over the past year. plenty of new themes and plenty of the same old 

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