THE DONNER PARTY MUSEUM

I have been in a cabin without internet for a week, so I am writing you from a nearby ski lodge! My cabin is directly on the Donner Pass, the very woods where the doomed Donner Party met their awful fate.

I've always known, as we all have, that this group of settlers was trapped during the winter of 1846 and had to resort to cannibalism. Eager to learn more, I visited the Donner Party Museum yesterday. After watching a film about their story (which was amazing!!!!) I walked through the woods and found the rock (pictured) where one of their cabins had stood. Its back wall WAS the rock. 16 people lived in an 18 X 25 foot space...the floor was muddy, it was freezing, and seven of them died. Those living ate their dead and buried the bodies in a pit in the middle of the cabin (RIGHT where these pictures are taken).

I stood for a long time in the silent woods and thought on this, very heartbreaking. The group had cabins like these scattered through the area, this is just one of the spots.

The winter they were stuck, the snowfall reached 25 feet high!! The huge monument (pictured) is to show how high the snow was when the Donner Party was stuck here. I made us all stand in front to show you just how tall it is. Of the entire traveling Donner group (some 80 people)...only half made it out alive. Unreal, yes?

I'll tell you, after spending time on the very spot where such a human tragedy occured, I sure appreciated my food and warmth later last night.

LULLABY-FAN STORIES OF HOPE

I received a comment on my 'Lullaby' music video today, and it got me looking at past comments as well. it is stories like these that make my job as a musician worth everything it takes. I feel that to be able to contribute something that brightens someone's world is the highest honor. I'd take it any day over a Grammy! (and I do)

"My girlfriend sent me this link, after i told her "this addiction" by the alkaline trio reminded me of her. she said this one is hers for me. were in a long distance relationship and i listen to it every night before i go to bed. it helps me feel close to her even though were a 100 something miles apart. i love this song."

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"This song reminds me of my field hockey coach, her husband was hit by a drunk driver while on his motorcycle. they had been married for 14 moths and He was an amazing human being. we went to his funeral as a team yesterday and it was heart breaking. my coach is an amazing woman and no one deserves to die so young. we hold you in our hearts forever Dan."

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"Though this sounds weird, this song goes to my dog who died today. and i know its stupid you might think to tirbute a song to a dog, but he was the best dog in the world. This song was on when he was buried and he loved to listen to me sing so this is for him."

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"This is one of those songs i wish I could walk down the aisle. I cried the first time i heard this song, not to mention i listened to it over and over and over. I absolutely love it and this song gives me hope."

Love to you all

Studio Diary-Michael Valentine Episode

SAN FRANCISCO Preview

Just a bit of my new song SAN FRANCISCO

Patty Griffin 'Rain' (by Lucy Walsh)

ROOTS IN ILLINOIS

I come from a long line of midwest farmers. I recently visited Illinois and documented our family land and landmarks.

I interviewed my 97 yr old grandmother about her life, and I learned so much about my family's rich history I have never known.

I am embarking on a book project based on her story, and I look forward to sharing it with you in the years to come.

THE FRIENDSHIP BRIGADE-Christopher Columbus

My friends Brad Kilgore and Steve Borzecello make really funny videos, here's my favorite!

LINK FOR MORE VIDEOS-

http://www.Youtube.com/user/obliviosso

IMAGINE THERE'S NO HUNGER event

The HardRock in Hollywood hosted a great event in memory of John Lennon... 'Imagine There's No Hunger'...It was a charity event, raising money to feed people around the world. My family co-hosted, great bands (including Dave Stewart and Rooney) played John Lennon covers...and at the end, we all got up and sang 'Give Peace a Chance'. Wish you could've been there! (below pic is with Rooney)

LINKS FOR MORE PICTURES/INFORMATION-
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SINGING SOME HENLEY ON MTV

For those of you who missed it, here is a live recording of me singing some Henley on MTV

MY OWN GHOSTS

Instead of visiting an old historical place, I felt today like keeping my post simple. Throughout my life, I've been sensitive to spirit energy, and had many of my own ghosts that force me to believe. In the spirit of Halloween, I'd like to share with you an odd personal experience.

Six years ago in January, my Grandfather Dale passed away in Illinois. My family had to scramble to get there for his funeral, and they asked me to speak during the ceremony. I had a lot of music work happening at the time, and had only the plane ride to prepare my speech.

I have in my possession my Grandfather's letters home from when he was in Europe during WWII. I decided I should read one of those letters...but which one?!? There are close to 100 of them, and they are all lovely and emotional. As the plane departed, I silently asked my Grandfather to give me a sign as to which letter he wanted me to read. After about 30 letters, I came across one in particular from 1944, it made me laugh out loud. It had a special energy...it talked about how much he missed his children and my Grandmother Wanda, and said cute things like, "Don't worry about me honey, I'm saving all my love up for YOU (if you know what I mean.") I felt a strong sense that this letter was perfect for his funeral.

When I arrived in Illinois, my mother picked me up and we drove straight to the funeral home. On the way, I read her this letter "I' had chosen. Reading, reading...I came to a part that said "Honey, you said you wrote me on Sunday, January 8th, but you were mistaken...Sunday was January 7th." My mom gasped and nearly swerved off the road. "What? What?" I yelled. After a moment, she quietly said, "Today is January 7th." We sat there in silence. My Grandfather had made a point of mentioning January 7th, the day of his own funeral, almost 60 years before. This is the only letter in the bunch that mentions specific dates. It was clear that he really had shown me which letter he wanted me to read, and I cried with my mom.

Within the hour, I was standing next to his open casket, addressing a huge room of our relatives. My Grandmother Wanda, his beloved wife of 65 years sat weeping in the front row. As I spoke about my Grandfather and read his chosen letter, I felt proud to represent him. I was very overwhelmed at first by his dead body, but looking at his shell in that casket, I calmly realized without a doubt that he was not there. I said this to the mourners. We simply leave the body behind like an old coat. But we stay around our loved ones always...giving them signs, impressions, comfort.

So next time you need to make a decision, next time you feel afraid or sad or happy...talk to someone on the other side. I promise you they are listening.

I know my nonstop laughter is annoying, but I found this ridiculously funny. Entertaining ourselves on tour becomes pretty weird.

Old 97's 'Question'

Amidst the serious studio work of my day, I took a time out to play one of my favorite little diddys.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON PATTY GRIFFIN TUNE

This is one of my favorite Patty Griffin songs 'Rain'...so I taped it for you on this rainy sunday afternoon.

TOUR VIDEO-Greek Theatre Berkeley

ALEX's LEMONADE STAND

I went to a charity fashion show last night for a cancer foundation called 'Alex's Lemonade Stand'. It started as the idea of a little girl named Alex, she was dying of cancer and wanted to help other children with the disease. So she set up her stand, and made $2,000 in a day! (who's going to pass it up, I mean really?) Although Alex passed away when she was eight, she had raised $1,000,000! Now the foundation has raised over $35,000,000...and they're still climbing.
The event was great, a party/auction/fashion show. They cleared a big space at the furniture store 'HD Buttercup' and built a catwalk. I bid in the auction and won dinner at STK and a bottle/table at a nightclub. (Doesn't really interest me, but my little brother is turning 21 next week and i'll throw him a bash).

SO...if you'd like to DONATE to 'Alex's Lemonade Stand'...with the funds going to CANCER RESEARCH, please use the links below!! We are so fortunate to have our lives, lets use them to help each other!

DONATION LINKS:

Web..........................https://www.LemonadeStandforLife.com

Text.........................."Cancer E69728" to 85944 ($5)

................................."Lemonade E69728" to 85944 ($10)

VIDEO DIARY- THE GREEK, LA

SINGING AT THE GREEK THEATRE-LA

I'm not in this video much, but the recording is beautiful. It's our show with MAROON 5/ONE REPUBLIC at The Greek Theatre in LA. Ry and I singing 'Always Remember Me'

ANNAPOLIS, MD...COLONIAL HEAVEN!

When I woke up on the bus today, I was in the quaint colonial town of Annapolis, MD. I accidentally slept in until noon, and when I looked out the window at the historic buildings, I freaked out that I'd been missing hours in this fantastic city. So I threw on my clothes, grabbed my camera and set out.When I hit an old city, I ask to be taken to the most historic and authentic restaurant. Most times I can't find what I'm talking about, and the cab driver or friend I'm asking just looks at me with confusion. But TODAY was my lucky day...I hadn't walked more than one block when I came to Reynold's Tavern, built in 1747!!! It's served as a restaurant and hotel for almost 300 years, and I rushed inside and found a table in the small central dining room. I sat for hours with my book and ordered their afternoon high tea. BEST tea i've ever had, and how fantastic to hang out in such a room.

By this point I had a gnarly caffeine buzz, and I set out in search of an old book store I learned of. I ventured down lots of tiny cobbled streets and finally came to The Annapolis Bookstore. After 30 minutes of browsing, one book kept grabbing my attention. (Yes this sounds hoaky, but it's fun to go into a bookstore and let yourself gravitate towards certain books for no apparent reason...you can find some special ones that way). This particular book is titled 'Fairy Tales; Their Origin and Meaning'. It was written in 1878, and traces your typical disney-fied princess fairy tales back to ancient cultures...including Egyptian and Celtic stories. It was a bit pricey, but I splurged and bought it for my collection!

On the way back to the venue, I toured the Maryland State House, built in the 1770s. It is the oldest Governmental center in the Nation. It was here in 1783 that George Washington resigned his commission before the Congress, and in 1784,Congress ratified the Treaty of Paris to end the Revolutionary War. I photographed my new book in the very room where George Washington gave his famous resignation speech...the room where the earliest plans for the US were hatched. I sat in that room alone for a long time.

I also had to include a picture of the marble floors in the great hall...the marble was imported from Vermont, and is dotted with 400 million year old snail fossils!! Which meeeeaaaaans that Vermont was under the ocean.

Concert tonight was at The Rams Head...our last show with Justin Nozuka and Alex Cuba. I will miss you guys. Everyone reading should get into their music, they're amazing artists. Thanks to the music fans, you packed the house! Now I must sleep briefly before getting on a plane to go play with Maroon 5 at the Santa Barbara Bowl tomorrow!

xo

LINKS TO PLACES I VISITED:

Reynold's Tavern................................http://www.reynoldstavern.org/

Maryland State House.........................http://www.msa.md.gov/msa/mdstatehouse/html/home.html

The Annapolis Bookstore.....................http://www.annapolisbookstore.com

DAY OFF IN PITTSBURGH

...and of course I went to museums. Beginning to see a pattern here? We had the day off in Pittsburgh, and I took a cab to 'The Mattress Factory Museum'. It features room-size installation art...meaning the entire room IS the art piece, and you're in it. (I pictured my favorite rooms). The rest were pitch black, and you only saw the art creation once you sat long enough for your eyes to adjust. Since I went alone, I was too chicken to sit in the dark...so I missed half the museum!

Since I felt so cheated, I had to head somewhere else. I found out about an exhibit of Vatican relics and artifacts, called 'Vatican Splendors: A Journey through Faith and Art'. It was SPLENDID! The pieces have never been out of the Vatican before, and it is traveling as a very limited engagement in the States. It was emotional, I cried several times. It takes you through Vatican history from the very beginning until now...with everything from Vatican art, sculptures, jewelry and clothes, to actual BONES of saints to look at. Of the many that there were, the Jesus painting I posted below spoke to me the loudest...i caught my breath when I saw it. The expression on his face is devastating and scary. To see it up close in a darkened room was memorable.

That sort of experience makes me calm about mortality...as I wandered through the rooms I kept thinking what a pleasure it is just to be part of our human race. I felt driven about life and purpose...to hear that Michelangelo created the David, Pieta and the Sistine Chapel ceiling by his mid THIRTIES-we all have our own contribution, even if it's recognized only later in retrospect like those countless people who helped build the Vatican and the beautiful art collection at it's core.

I then got caught in the rain, saw old friends, and a movie before ending up back on the bus. Show tomorrow in downtown!! Can't wait to see you PA fans.

LINKS TO PLACE I VISITED:

Mattress Factory Museum............http://www.mattress.org/

Vatican Splendors..........................http://www.vaticansplendors.com/

12 HOURS in NEW YORK CITY

The Justin Nozuka tour took us through NYC for one day, and you can bet I made the most of my time. Ry and I took a cab into the city...apparently bus's are now against the law on the streets. I dropped my stuff and went out to find a fantastic museum I read about in an airplane magazine. It is THE TENEMENT MUSEUM at 97 Orchard St...one of the oldest apartment buildings in the United States (pictured). A museum group bought it up in the 1980s, and restored a handful of rooms for exhibit. They did this with the help of family accounts, birth/death certificates, and public records.

The tour guide took us (for $20) through several apartments, telling the stories of 2 families. The first apartment was kept the same as it would've been in the 1860s, when a woman named Natalie lived there with her husband and their 4 children (pictured). They travelled from Prussia in search of a good life, and ended up in this dank 300 sq. foot apartment. One day Natalie's husband went to work and never came back...he might've been killed, but he more likely fled with the shame of not being able to care for his family. Our guide said newspaper adds for missing husbands were common in this day. A short time later, Natalie's toddler son Isaac died in the apartment. It was incredible to be standing in the very space where these people went through so much emotion and loss.

We then moved next door and jumped forward 60 years, to the 1920s (pictured). This apartment belonged to an Italian family and was left the same as they had it. Our guide said that one day an old woman came to their office and said 'I want to know what you're doing with my apartment!'. She had lived there as a young girl! It is from her recorded accounts that they refurnished the apartment, and her stories brought my experience to life!! As you're standing over the kitchen table, her recorded voice is describing how her father would make them a fried egg on saturdays...which they ate on that very table. Magical!!!! The museum really did her memories justice, for every detail was exactly where she described it...right down to her mother's pink soap at the sink.

Since the building was built in the 1860s, 7,000 people have lived there! These were brave human beings...coming from a tough life wherever they were, to live in this depressing place and hope that hard work would change their fate. Imagine no running water, hardly any light at all, no building codes, and sometimes several families to a room with a curtain seperating them. I was truly humbled and inspired.

When the tour ended I grabbed a very unique and creative meatball sandwich and lavender iced tea at 'White Slab Palace' next door (pictured). I took my sweet time going uptown by subway, and made it to WEBSTER HALL, where we performed for about 1,000 lovely screaming people. My bff Emily and her boy toy Mike came for the show, and we all had a blast.

Dynamic day! I am living a dream...to explore historical sites by day and entertain by night.

Goodnight.

LINK TO WHERE I VISITED-

Tenement Museum.....................................http://www.tenement.org/tours.php

White Slab Palace (Restaurant)................77 Delancey Street. (212) 334-0913

Webster Hall...............................................http://www.websterhall.com

TOUR in PHILADELPHIA

When i woke up on our bus, it was parked in the heart of Philadelphia. I took off walking and didn't return until sundown. I first stopped at a sweet little cafe and had tea and a blueberry tart.

I ventured into the historic district and stopped into every church and cemetery along the way. (it's not that I have a 'thing'

for this, I am afterall Hindu...its just that churches are such epicenters of human experience...death, birth, personal prayer...really special energy). The huge churches were empty and I sat the longest in St. Joseph's...the oldest church in the city. And amazing to stand at the graves of men who signed our Declaration of Independence.

I then moved on to several other historic houses and such before meeting my cousin Hayley for lunch. On the way, we stopped in to see the Liberty Bell. Not sure why it's SO significant, since it's explained that it is THOUGHT to be ONE of the bells rung for important announcements...but still neat.

We ate in a market/cafe before heading to the 'Physician's Of Philadelphia Mutter Museum.' What a bazaar, grotesque and educational place!! You must go if you're in Philly. And click the bottom link to find out more, because I can't even begin to highlight the exhibit. The museum holds real bodies/body parts...all defected or diseased. (Haley is in medical school at University of Pennsylvania...second ranked medical school in the NATION!!)....and her input made the experience great.

I then rushed back to the venue (Center For The Living Arts) for our show. We had a great time onstage, thanks to all you great music fans who were there screaming!

Signing off from my bunk on the bumpy bus.

PLACES I VISITIED:

Mutter Museum........................www.collphyphil.org

Historic Carpenter's Hall........http://www.tryphilly.com/carp.htm
Liberty Bell................................http://www.visitphilly.com/history/philadelphia/the-liberty-bell-center/

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BELIEVE

'Most Haunted' is my favorite show and I fantasize of leaving my life to join their team. I've seen every episode available and have visited several locations. I plan to take a trip to Europe to hit every spot.

GET LOST

Yesterday was an emotionally unique day, the kind where you can feel that you need to pay attention to...something. It was two-fold and began with 'Eat Pray Love'. We've all seen the movie (the cool kids have read the book)...and we know how deeply awakening Liz Gilbert's story is. We want to 'find ourselves' asap, and dream of what it will feel like when we do. That's why her experience is so dear.

I really loved the film, my sister Grace and I had a smile on our faces the entire time-except when we were crying into our movie butter-soaked napkins. My favorite part was when she replayed her wedding dance in her mind, connecting with her husband's spirit to ease his pain. That concept of revisiting a painful moment (maybe even years later) and working it out soul-to-soul is at the core of spiritual study...and I was thrilled to see it on the screen.

Last weekend, my cousin Shanna was in a horrible motorcycle accident that left her in a coma...un-responsive and not breathing on her own. Her sister Talor, a full-time mother and career woman, put everything on pause to stay by Shanna every moment. It has been a scary week, not knowing if she would live.

Well towards the end of 'Eat Pray Love' my mom texted us to say Shanna came out of her coma!! The first thing she asked for was her sister. As if I weren't already a glorious tearful mess from the beautiful movie, now I really lost it and wept uncontrollably. As the movie ended, we had to stay in the theatre to get our blubbering out in the dark. I grabbed my sister and couldn't let go. I whispered 'If I woke up from a coma, you're the first person I'd ask for.' That's when she tore away and ran to the bathroom.

It was a powerful day in my life.

SO, on the way home, my sister had a peculiar but understandable reaction to the movie...she was bummed. Bummed that she is stuck in the working world...bummed that she can't take off for a year of global soul searching. It got me thinking about something said towards the end of the movie...our soul discovery may be external or INTERNAL. To feel connected to the Light, you do not need to drop your life and travel. You can open your mind anytime you want and create beauty out of the smallest ideas. A flower in your car, a foot bath at the end of the day, a cup of tea before bed.

To take this one step further, I do believe we are most happy when we are doing good deeds for others. We want to inspire ourselves simply to reach an open state of servitude. With that in mind, here are some more ideas that can benefit others, at the same time as yourself: (I mean, a foot bath is glorious, but completely self serving : ))

*Ask to paint someone's walls or a piece of their furniture when they need it

*Scrub the floors of your neighborhood Temple or Church

*Bake/cook for a someone as a surprise

*Write someone a random appreciation letter

All these ways of connecting and more are right under your nose for the doing. So go get lost in your own journey and never feel far from your Soul.

FAME vs. ARTISTRY-Bob Lefsetz

I subscribe to Bob Lefsetz blogs on the entertainment industry, and love 

reading his take. He is just the right balance of cynicism and genius. 

It will take 5 minutes out of your already full day, but read the amazing 

blog below titled 'Fame Vs. Artistry' and subscribe if you like. 

(this is all showingup on my page with seperated words, but read through anyway)

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Used to be they went hand in hand. That's no longer the case. Used to be it 

was very hard to be famous. But now Perez Hilton has risen from nothing to 

tell us...What, he's another bitchy man who wants to play on the A team?

And what is the A team? A bunch of no-talents drinking and drugging in the 

clubs? Everybody wants in. Yup, as if you get a badge and the club is 

endless fun. But it's not. And you only get staying power if you've got 

money. Fame doesn't last. Just ask Kara DioGuardi. 

Now what? A bunch more shitty top forty songs for girls who haven't yet

reached puberty? In the nineties, you could only be famous by being on MTV.

You had to be  pretty, and be willing to do everything your handlers told 

you to do. But then we got "Survivor" and the plethora of reality TV. And 

everyone got broadband and there was Facebook and Twitter and everybody

was suddenly fighting for attention. How many MySpace friends do you have?  

How many followers on  Twitter? 

People want to win rankings, when artists win hearts. That's much more 

ethereal, much more difficult. In other words, it's easy to buy fashionable

clothing, but much more difficult to get someone to fall in love with you. 

The major labels are in the fame game, not the artistry game. And, if you've

got a smidgen of artistry/talent, that takes a back seat as they try to

push you in front of everybody and make you famous so they can make money. 

And since newspapers and gossip sites need something to print, they focus

on this information, when it's here today and gone tomorrow and has no 

nutritional value. You know how someone's a loser?  When they complain they 

just haven't gotten  attention. 

Making it in music, for the long haul, is so complicated. You've got to 

have the chops, you've got to be in play, you've got to get lucky. Eliminate

the dues, eliminate the luck, and you've got the major label top forty 

wonders of today. Isn't it funny that the fame of the Silicon Valley wonders

comes AFTER the success of their product. No one hypes us telling us who 

Mark Zuckerberg is, we get hooked by Facebook and then want to know who the 

mastermind behind the site is. Whereas Snooki says LOOK AT ME! And after we

do, we wonder what's inside...nothing. 

So the whole music world has bifurcated. Between those who've got fame and

those who are artists. Sure, some of those doing well on the road have 

both, but these are the classics, the Eagles, the Eltons, the McCartneys. 

But the new famous acts sell tickets fora short period of time, and then we

forget them.  Just like we've forgotten Paris Hilton, famous for 

nothing, no longer hot. Now  we've got Kim Kardashian in her place, a pale 

imitation...but the paradigm still works, to a degree anyway. 

So who are you? Someone seeking fame or an artist? 

If you want fame, start making friends on Facebook, try out for 

"American Idol",  be grist for the mill. And if we pay attention at all, it's

for the train-wreck.  Which is why we watch the "Idol" auditions... To see

bad performers who believe  they're good.  How could they be so delusional? 

But a great artist? He speaks through his instrument. He doesn't

have to dance, he just starts  picking his guitar or starts singing

and your jaw drops. And a great artist is on a journey.  What happens today 

couldn't happen without what came before, and tomorrow will be completely 

different. Which is why we no longer care about the new work of the classic 

rock artists, they're playing it safe, it's just a repeat of what's come before. 

So focus on your artistry. And know that's what really sells tickets. 

The key is to be so good that people bond to you. But that's much more 

difficult than getting plastic surgery and saying LOOK AT  ME! So difficult,

that the machine wants no part of it, the odds of success are too low. 

Now it's about investing a lot to create a sure-fire product that will

rain down revenue. In the seventies, you made your album and delivered 

it to the label sight unseen. The A&R guy had no impact, you often 

recorded by your lonesome. And the label put the album out, because 

they trusted the artist...to know more than they did. Now, the label 

wants you to co-write, work with producers and won't put out the  

album until they've got guaranteed hit singles. 

Huh? Who's the artist here? The player or the businessman? 

I know, it's lonely in the wilderness. But that's your choice. Either 

you're a lifer, practicing, waiting for your lucky moment, or you're 

a fame whore, trying to rig the game so you can make some money. Too 

many of the old players are interested first and foremost in the money. 

They don't want to be involved in productions they can't control. But 

the  public is fickle. You can hype them once, but usually not again. 

This is the turning point in music. This is the crossroads.  This is

where the two roads appear. There will always be a market for 

train-wreck, but the real money is in artistry. It pays

dividends again and again, year after year.  

DINNER DATE WITH MYSELF @ THE STANLEY HOTEL

By now you know that if i have a day off when touring, i will explore the area i'm in. When we landed in Boulder, CO yesterday, I learned that the famous 'Stanley Hotel' was 40 miles from our hotel! Being a life-long fan of 'The Shining', I had to see it for myself. So, I spent the next 4 hours tracking down a rental car and I set out through the Colorado Mountains to the town of Estes Park. I arrived at the hotel around 7 pm and spent the evening walking and relaxing in the gorgeous building and grounds. You know, it is a common misconception that this hotel was used for the exterior shots of The Shining. It is not in the movie at all, it is in fact where Stephen King worked on his idea...in room 217. The filming took place at The Timberline Lodge in Oregon...and Stanley Kubrick built the interior set of the hotel in England! Teddy Roosevelt and 'The Unsinkable' Molly Brown have also stayed in room 217. The hotel is said to be haunted, especially the Concert Hall...which is haunted by a Lucy...great. For $50 they lock you in the Concert Hall for 5 hours and let the ghosts have their way with you. All sorts of phenomenon have been reported and captured in this building, as well as the main hotel.

I tried the restaurant, ordering Bufffalo Carpacio-i'd never had buffalo and I really liked it. Then I just sat in the lobby, reading about the Stanley's history and lost in my thoughts. To think of all the amazing people who have found inspiration/had unique experiences at this place is-my favorite sort of adventure. I'm already formulating musical ideas from my evening there...go if you can! But take a navigation of some sort, getting lost on the pitch dark curvy mountain roads was not a relaxing way to get home.

MAROON 5/RY CUMING TOUR VIDEO #5-by Lucy Walsh

We have covered such diverse venues during this tour...it was really fun to hit a casino!! This video makes me laugh, the whole day was really funny. I lost $100 playing blackJack. I'll lick 'em next time.

'ALWAYS REMEMBER ME'

Moments of this song keep making my video blogs, but here it is complete. Congrats to Ry on its growing success, and having Sarah Barielles sing it on his debut album!

MAROON 5/RY CUMING TOUR VIDEO #3-by LUCY WALSH

TOUR DIARY #2-Ithaca, NY