This is Part One of a multi-part series.
Santa Rosa, San Francisco, Santa Barbara, Los Angeles ... Winding up and down the golden state of California, we've been on tour with Elvis Costello for eight days now. Detour, USA. 6 shows down, 9 shows to go. My sister and I have been trailing the convoy of buses and trucks in a humble sedan (an "economy level" vehicle, as stated in our Alamo rental agreement). Thankfully, we're finally old enough to rent a vehicle of our own accord. There is freedom to be found on the endless miles of freeway, but we'd be lying if we didn't admit to dreading the upcoming 12 and 14 hour drives yet to be made, looming darkly on the horizon of next week's travel itinerary. As sisters, we love each other greatly, but we will have to treat one another carefully to ensure that we both get off this tour alive. If one sister turns up dead at a truck stop in Colorado or Wyoming ... we will have failed.
And how did we come to be here in this sedan, on this tour, supporting Elvis Costello. Two sisters from Atlanta, one living legend from Liverpool ... The connection is not immediately obvious, but come watch a show and you'll understand. When we raise our voices together, eras and home countries fall away, and there is only music to be made.
My sister and I first met Elvis Costello in 2007 at MerleFest, a wonderful Americana festival in Wilkesboro,... Sign In to Keep Reading