Cardiac Ectothermia

Hello, friends! Rob here.

I have to be honest with you: This stretch we're on here is kind of ridiculous. Starting with the dual album release throwdowns in New York, down through Forecastle Music Festival and the official Sweatiest Week of Being The Revivalists Ever (four shows in central Florida, each sweatier than the last), and after this magical weekend including a sold-out show at home, we now have a few days to recollect ourselves before another excursion into the brush. And what beautiful, life-affirming brush this will be: Our first time playing Outside Lands, our first time playing Red Rocks(!), our third or fourth time playing Nantucket...

Every trip to the Chicken Box is special.

Really, every everything is special these days. After what feels like (and arguably was) a lifetime's worth of work, we've finally put Men Amongst Mountains out into the universe and are now free to bask in the afterglow. And let me tell you, friends, there is quite a lot of afterglow to go around, and I for one have been doing a whole hell of a lot of basking. There has been an overwhelming deluge of support and positivity over the last few weeks of Revivalisting, and after all of the work and all of the buildup and all of the tinkering and deliberating that we had to do behind the scenes in order to make this thing happen, it is utterly gratifying to see this kind of payoff and feel this much love. I'm like an ectothermic lizard stretched out on a south-facing rock with all this basking I'm doing.

Although, when you really think about it, aren't we all ectothermic? As a member of a hopefully upgoing rock band, I know that I depend entirely upon the approval of others to survive. And not in a neurotic, psychoanalytic kind of way; I mean literally if people don't appreciate what we do, and if they aren't kind enough to express that appreciation in some way or another, then we don't get to keep existing as a band. We are The Revivalists. We are powered by your warmth, by your light. Without it, we will stop moving and cease to be.

Certainly this could be said of any musician, or really any other profession that falls under the general umbrella of "Arts/Entertainment,” but in a sense does it not apply to all people as well? Don't we all, in some way or another, need to feel warmth, and compassion, and (dare I say it?) love from outside of ourselves in order to

Okay, I officially don't know what I'm talking about anymore.  I think what I'm trying to say is this:  Thanks for the sunshine.  Til next time.

P.S. This blog post came within a hair's breadth of being titled "Sgt. Pepper's Ectothermic Hearts Club Band.”