There's a bunch of copper pipes running through the roof of our jamspace. When we stop for a break you can here the sound of drums faintly through the walls and the trickle of the pipes. Sitting on the token old couch its funny how a space can become instantly framiliar by filling it with things that seem to follow you around. An old guitar that's been to every jam, a roadcase that your singer doodled on somewhere in Louisiana, a favorite song that reminds us how lucky we are to play music everyday. But the best thing of all is going to be bringing it all to you guys........we might even bring the token couch along for the ride.

Countdown is in full effect. How many sleeps till Hedley's in your town or neighboring area?

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