Day 11 (I think) -Jer

Today we woke up in our friend Bethany Doerksens house. We had no idea that she lived in the Soo, but it was a pleasant surprise because we thought we’d be sleeping in our van in some creepy parking lot. And she’s a really great mid-wife full of energy, health and Surfer lingo.

Along the drive today (8.5 hours) I’ve been feeling a bit home sick. Counting up all the summers that I’ve been away over the past few years and feeling like I’m slowly becoming more of a home body.

Playing music, like any other artistic expression, has it’s challenges. Because you’re always walking along this fine path, wondering if what you’re doing really makes a difference. If my voice really needs to be heard. That’s been a big question for me along this trip. Were I to put away performing and recording for a while, what would be different? What would it matter? And that’s weird because I’m still not sure of A) wether or not it would matter and B) why it is that I want to ‘matter’ in the first place?

It’s weird that I would actually quote this lyric from a band that I havnt listened to since high school, but I havnt been able to get it out of my head: ‘If we’re adding to the noise, turn off the song’ -Switchfoot.