Woke up, Packed the van, and rolled out of the Airbnb by noon.
Spent the afternoon in Fayetteville doing laundry and making a pit stop at Guitar Center to grab a new mixer. The guys were just hanging around, throwing a football in the lot while the clothes spun. A couple employees from Family Dollar recognized them and came out for a photo with them—small world.
We made it to Raleigh and hit a Subway for a bite to eat before load-in. I messaged a photographer friend I’d met online to see if he was still down to link up and shoot the set.
During some downtime, I slipped out for a slice with a few of the guys from Dull Mourning, then headed back to Kings.
The crowd tonight reminded me why southern shows hit different—loud, locked in, and just really there with you. Felt like the room was breathing with us.
