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How To Be a Great Fan

Posted in Concerts, Dreamers, tagged Being a fan, Coast Modern, Dreamers on September 5, 2016| 2 Comments »

Months ago I wrote a blog about How To Support Your Band and I was pretty content after I did.  Maybe even a little smug. I felt pretty darn good about giving some solid tips on how to help out those hard working musicians in their quest to become the next big thing.  Since then I’ve wondered why some super-talented favorites (cough, cough Dreamers, Coast Modern) aren’t picking up traffic at a lightning pace like they deserve.  They’re creating solid music, pounding the pavement on tour, being adorable in fan pictures, and engaging regularly in the Twitterverse.  And while they’re picking up a steady following along the way, I worry the world is still missing out.

Sure, some of it is luck where Oprah picks them as her favorite thing.  Lightening in a bottle if they’re featured on a crazy video that goes viral.  Or maybe they scored a deal with the Devil? Obviously Twenty-One Pilots must have sold their souls to go from people saying “Twenty what?” to sold out stadiums seemingly overnight.  Since there really isn’t a way to quantify selling your soul, I’ve tried to look a little harder at what works towards a band’s success.  After considering the band’s efforts, I turned the microscope onto my brethren — Fans.  And when I did, I have to say I saw some apathy and selfishness.

Don’t get me wrong out there, Fans.  I love you.  I love you like no other kind of love in this world.  You have a passion so deep the darkest oceans can’t compare to your band commitment.  However, what do you do with this love?  Do you picket the streets with their new album release?  Cold call strangers to try out their latest single?  Stand outside the local mall and hawk digital downloads?  Nope, I didn’t think so.

That’s the thing.  As fans, we bask in our own love.  You may tell friends in passing they should give your new band a shot.  You might even put a sticker on your car and get a question or two at the gas station that you happily answer with over-information.  But we rarely step outside our comfort zone to really support the bands we adore.  Maybe we’re scared. What if they get so big they won’t love us back? Oh, dear fan, that’s a risk we all take.  And honestly, it will happen.  But our selfishness shouldn’t stop us from helping our favorite musician taste success.  (Hint, this is how more music gets made.)  Or maybe it’s because we feel too small to really make a difference.  We don’t have the same platform when we only have 72 Twitter followers.  (Hey if you’re on Twitter, congratulate yourself.  Bestie still can’t figure it out.)

You’d be surprised the difference you can make when you really put some work into it.  Don’t know where to start?  Here are some tips on how to help be a great fan to your band:

Tweet, Facebook, Instragram, YouTube, or Snapchat the shit out of their releases.

It doesn’t matter which social media platform you use, you’re reaching a wider audience.  Be creative.  Make up your own fan art to highlight.  Or if you lack creativity, share what the band’s putting out.  You may have an old acquaintance from high school who is constantly looking for their next favorite band.  They see your messages and give it a go.  Soon they’re telling their friends about it.  Do you see how amazingly influential you are already?

Get everyone you know, in every city, to see their show no matter what you have to do.

Okay, so some of your friends and family can be duds.  You hear their million excuses to why they don’t go out and know it doesn’t do any good to suggest they try something new.  Why not entice them to get out there?  I’ve been known to use a cookie delivery (with a treat for the carrier too) to get some people to shows in their area.  For support, they brought some friends of their own.  Four new bodies primed to be lifelong fans.  Not one yet has come back cursing my name.  In fact, most planned to check out the band again without prompting. How could you ever pass up the chance to see Nick Wold from Dreamers?

Buy all the merchandise you can stuff in your arms.

Who says you have to only buy a single shirt for yourself?  Your friends don’t have to attend the concert to be a walking billboard for the band.  Sometimes, a new item in their wardrobe encourages them to give the music a go.  They listen so when asked by a stranger about their cool shirt, they have a stronger answer than “Oh, I don’t know, I got the shirt from a friend.”

Remember folks, ticket and merchandise sales are some of the biggest money makers for the artists in this age.  The more coin you drop at their merch booth means more tunes your ears will enjoy in the future. BONUS:  Sometimes at the merch booth you get to see your faves like Luke Atlas from Coast Modern.

Tell every single radio station in the country how you love them.

Okay, so you’re broke and don’t want to sling any money when you can’t even afford to buy a large pizza for yourself. I get it.  Then let your fingers do the work by contacting your favorite radio stations to work them into the rotation.  With on-line streaming you can listen to any station in any state in this country.  Listener feedback is becoming a staple in creating station playlists.  The more you request, the better chance the station will pick them up.

Caveat: Don’t be a dick.  Don’t spam the station or tell them they’re stupid if they don’t love your band as much as you.  This will actually do your band a disservice and probably get you blocked.

Encourage friends to follow them on social media.

Yep, numbers matter.  The more followers on social media, the more seriously someone is taken.  People assume if fifty thousand other people like a band, they must be good.  If nothing else, media outlets will give them more credibility.  Encourage everyone you meet to like your band on the social platform of their choice.

If they’re the concert opener, talk to everyone in the place about them before they hit the stage.

I know this one takes some extrovert courage, but it pays off.  Most concert attendees don’t give too much attention to the opener even though every great band started there at one time. Instead, attendees check their phone, talk with friends, or get more drinks from the bar while they wait for the main attraction.  You get out there and pique their interest by telling everyone you came for the opener!  If you do, they may give your new favorite band a chance.  And that’s all you want.  Then your band needs to deliver, which you know they will because you love them. Look at all the lovely friends I made at the Coast Modern show. (Ignore the weird photography.)

I can hear some of you now, “But that’s a lot of work.”  Yes, it is.  But we’re talking about a band you love, right?  I ached for years as I watched how my favorites, The Airborne Toxic Event and The Limousines, worked relentlessly and baked a cookie or two.  But that was it.  And a band can only take working hard with minimal reward for so long.  Then they have to make decisions about whether the investment is worth the return.  Trust me when I say you don’t want your band to weigh out the pros and cons.

And before someone out there gets righteous — yes, I do these things.  If you doubt it, ask anyone I work with, see at a bar, or stand next to at a Dreamers or Coast Modern show.  I can tell you first hand there’s been a few new fans picked up here and there.  There are days where I think I’m not making much of a difference and other days I want to wallow in selfishness to keep them small.  Those are the days I crank up their songs, remember how they’re good people, and get off my ass to find them more fans.


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This Album Does Not Exist

Posted in Cookies, Dreamers, tagged Dreamers, Jacob Wick, Nelson, Nick Wold, This Album Does Not Exist on August 26, 2016| Leave a Comment »

It’s finally here!  After a long wait and tons of work!  Release day for Dreamers!  Yes, all these exclamation marks are necessary.  I couldn’t be more excited (as well as the legions who love them) that their first full length album has been birthed into the world.

I was fortunate to see the gents Wednesday night for an in-store performance in Portland.  They stripped down a few songs into acoustic versions and WOWed  everyone, as they normally do with their live performance.  Come on with that Never Too Late to Dance.  Big heart emoji right there.  They were charming as ever as they signed posters, posed for pictures, and chatted with all the people who came out.

However, my 600 mile round trip had a second purpose.  I couldn’t let those nice guys have a huge celebration without cookies, could I?  What kind of fan do you think I am?  So without further adieu, I introduce the This Album Does Not Exist cookie. I joked they went out to find the hardest image ever for their cover because they wanted to make sure I had to work for it.

No visit could be complete with Dreamers if I didn’t get a selfie with each.  They’re always too kind to put up with my picture addiction. Aren’t they just adorable?  Now, head out there to buy their album, see them in concert, and shower them with love.


Dreamers’ Selfie Winner!

Posted in Contests, Dreamers on June 21, 2016| Leave a Comment »

It only seems fitting on National Selfie Day and Dreamers first day back out on the road playing Kansas City, I would finally get around to announcing the Dreamers selfie winner.  (The delay only had a smidge to do with the fact my computer died.  Let’s ignore this horror as I borrow a computer, shall we?)

Below are the entries and they are something spectacular.  You and Dreamers team brought your A-game with this competition.  I was torn between which one would take home the prize.  Here they are for your review: Colleen and Friends Colleen’s Bestie Let me mention again how much I love Dreamers.  Who would put up with such craziness and participate in some of these killer action shots?  (Seriously, that one of Jacob looks like he’s going to kill someone.)

The winner will receive a little Dreamers prize package, which will include their choice of one of Dreamers’ favorite treats:  Chocolate Peanut Butter Crunch bar, Pecan bar, or the S’more bar.  Yes, I ask them all the time which their favorites are because how else will I know what to make to win their hearts over?

In the end I can only pick one winner.

Whitney with Vampire Gizmo

There’s something perfect about this shot.  Maybe it’s because of the black and white effect or the fact she seems unphased by Mr. Wold’s craziness above.  Or it could be that rockin’ shirt he has going.  I just love it.

Thank you to all who participated and I hope you had fun along the way taking pictures with some of the coolest people.  Never fear, there will be treats again, I’m sure.


Documenting a Dream

Posted in Concerts, Dreamers, tagged Coast Modern, concerts, Dreamers on June 12, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Everyone knows at music concerts there’s going to be phones recording every moment.  They light up the audience, sprouting from every hand in the black mass.  They’ve become as much of the show as the band performing.  A couple weeks ago during the Saint Motel concert, lead singer A/J incorporated the devices when he asked the crowd to use their phone flashlights to light up the stage. The audience obliged and became part of the show.  In a stark contrast, four nights later at The Lumineers’ concert, the lead singer stopped in the middle of “Ho Hey” and asked everyone to put their phones down.  Several fans erupted in cheers with a smug “enjoy the moment” superiority.

If you’ve met me, read this blog, or attended a show where I’ve been in the crowd, I think you know on which side I fall.  My phone is a fixture at every concert I attend.  I now need a battery backup because I drain it in the few hours at the venue.  While there are articles galore on the need to put away the phone, live in the moment, and enjoy the experience without seeing it through a screen, I want to point out some positives in documenting the live concert experience.

1.)  Replaying a Feeling.

While some may never return to their pictures or videos, I review them all the time.   During the moment, I suck up every single second of the live music experience swirling around me and I never want it to end.  With my mind buzzing with excitement and vodka, little details can be missed or forgotten no matter how bad I want to capture everything.  (And for the judgy who are going to suggest I don’t drink at shows, I have done that with the same blurred results.)

Also, the concert high is like a drug for some of us.  Those weeks after when you’re coming down from a show are some of the hardest times.  There’s a real sense of loss.  The pictures offer a small piece of comfort.  They ignite little moments in memory, small flashes to replay a scene in my head, which gives some relief to the depression. It was so hard to get a clear picture of Coast Modern’s Coleman Trapp because he bounced around the entire show. (swoon)

2.)  Sharing the Love.

During the concert, I send snaps to fans and friends all over the country that I’ve met through my concert travels.  It’s a small way to include them in the experience if the band can’t make it to their neck of the woods or if they can’t pony up the dollars to attend for themselves.  You’d be surprised how much people look forward to being part of the experience in the moment even it’s through the screen.  Hello, have you heard of Periscope?

After the show, I flood Twitter with highlights and overwhelm my personal Facebook with EVERY. SINGLE. PICTURE.  Yes, there was the Dreamers concert tour where I uploaded 533 pictures.  People now expect to see my picture barrage when I return from my trip.  I think my friends would be disappointed if I didn’t share my experience. Sure, I have a gazillion pictures of Dreamers’ Nelson, but I have a soft spot for hair action shots.

3.)  Inspiring Others.

Here’s a regular conversation I have every time I come back from a show and share pictures:

As I cycle through the pictures and videos, I share my personal stories from the event.  Usually there’s something about how I made a fool out of myself, probably scared the band with my over-excitement, and loved every minute of living.  I believe this is what inspires others to take chances to follow their own dreams.  They hear being vulnerable can have amazing returns if you’re brave enough to try.  Most recently, people shared they could never go to some place by themselves when I explained I regularly travel alone to attend shows in other cities.  (Please note, I travel a minimum of 10 hours roundtrip for EVERY show.)  I scroll through pictures of the great people I met by overcoming that awkward feeling to turn strangers into friends.  Usually by the end, they’re smiling, nodding their head, and imaging themselves in the same situation.  I hope that little spark gets them to go live the life they dream of because they know I am. Dreamers’ Nick Wold always makes picture-taking an experience. If you haven’t before, you must get one with him.

4.)  Supporting the Band.

As fans, we should really be doing our part to make sure our favorite artists can continue to make music.  I know no one likes to talk about it, but being a musician is a job.  It needs to have a monetary return for it to stay in business.  I say it every chance I get — fans support your bands with your money, your love, and your social media.  Sharing the concert experience perks interest in others who may not have given them a spin yet.  Being blown away by a fan’s view from a live performance can encourage someone else to buy the album, check out a show for themselves, and drop coin on merchandise.  These are the best ways to ensure the bands we love will continue to do the job they love. Luke Atlas from Coast Modern has so many great facial expressions I wish I could insert a gallery just for this. Alas, I picked only one picture to capture all his amazing.

Who’s to say what is right in this ongoing debate, if you should or shouldn’t video your concert experience?  I will say I don’t appreciate it when people judge me for how I choose to enjoy my concert.  (BTW, if you’ve ever seen my videos or photos, you know it doesn’t stop me from dancing or watching the show over my phone while I snap pictures.)  I’ve heard more snide remarks than I can count.  The constant chant that I’m watching a screen instead of living in the moment is laughable to me because I think I’m doing the exact opposite.  I live it to the fullest at the show by talking to strangers and being part of the concert community.  I live it again when I recount the details to friends in stories about my amazing experience.  And I get to live it again when I share some of my favorite band experiences with you.  For me, there’s no better way to do it. I mean, how many people will have a picture taken with Coast Modern while their playing? Soon, you won’t even be able to move one inch in the pit because there will be so many people crammed in there. And I want to believe Coleman’s expression in this pictures is one of super excitement and not “wtf?” And look, they were champs and didn’t fear me too much to avoid a posed picture. And yes, I picked the best picture of me instead of the best one of them. Coleman and Luke are stunning all the time. I am not. Did I mention how much I heart them? Oh, that’s another blog…


Contest: Dream(ers) It up!

Posted in Concerts, Contests, Dreamers, tagged Dreamers Band, Jacob Wick, Nelson, Nick Wold on May 4, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Dreamers started a tour today.  I readied myself to suffer through another crazy FOMO month waiting for my single show to arrive in June.  The show where I will travel eight hours to get to freakin’ Fresno.  Ugh, Fresno.  (Being a Bakersfield native, please understand how bad this pains me that Fresno will be a vacation spot.  I do adore Dreamers, so I will do it for their drugs.) This is all besides the point. My point — I was done with the contest from last tour.  Today I shipped out the prize package with mocha brownies, bittersweet chocolate chip and sea salt cookies, custom royal iced cookies, and an iTunes gift card.  Finished.  Ready to return to my normal, non-contest life where I watch the tweets fly about how everyone else is having fun while I do normal things like work, bake, and surf the internet.  All the while cursing the fact I have not yet found a benefactor to pay for my life where I attend concerts on his/her behalf, take loads of pictures, and allow them to live vicariously through me.  (If anyone is interested in sponsoring this life, I’m totally for sale.)

Then I got this tweet: So I thought about all the new people seeing new shows.  What fun will they have without a contest to play?  Uh, let’s skip over the obvious answer where they get to live it up with Dreamers while I sit in my house and move right to the part where they need some concert contest fun activities because I must be involved in everything Dreamers.  To help them, I decided to hold another contest.  (Shout out to Whitney!)

This one is based on the Cards Against Humanity phenomenon (kinda), which goes along with the Dreamers theme from this cool card idea they have on the web.  This game’s tagline is “A party game for horrible people.”  OMG, it’s talking to me.  I’m a horrible person who makes awkward and sexual innuendo jokes.  Basically in the game you create your funniest answer  to the fill in the blank question and a judge determines who wins.  That’s what we’re doing here.  And I’m the judge. You wanna make cool as shizz Dreamers’ cards?  Visit their site.

If you know anything about me, I love to take pictures.  The funnier the better.  This is why I’m always drawn to Nick (Dreamers’ lead singer.)  He does some of the funniest selfies around.  Here’s an example: This is probably selfie #54.  Should I mention now how I think Nick is pretty much the shit for being so cool? And Oh. My. God, he has perfect teeth.

To play in this contest, you need to attend a Dreamers’ concert and take your funniest selfie with Dreamers (one or all).  When you do, tweet your picture, tag @DreamersJoinUs and me (@sprunty2000), and use the hashtag #DREAMERSaredrugs to be entered.  Come on now, it wasn’t like you weren’t going to take a million pictures.

Be creative in how you set your selfie.  Have Nelson be suave with his endearing smile.  Bring props to spice up the mix. Beg Jacob to strike his most serious pose.  Put on your best Dreamers’ inspired costume.  Or ask Nick to be his awesome self to bring you home a win. Enter as many selfies as you would like by tweeting endlessly.

At the end of the tour I will pick the funniest selfie based solely on what cracked me up.  (Hint: Feel free to ask what I think is hilarious.  If I’ve been drinking, I’ll give you a long list.)  If you win, a Delish prize package full of goodies will someday arrive at your door.  In the end, you will have a sugar high, an awesome memory with Dreamers, and thank yourself for actin’ a fool on the internet.

One rule: Be respectful to Dreamers.  If you’re an asshole, you’re out.  Please know, I adore  them with all my heart.  If I get the slightest wind you dissed, intruded, or groped them, I  will probably show up at your door for an ass kicking.  Those gentlemen have always been gracious to fans (including me) so don’t fuck this up.

Have a good time!  Thank Whitney for making this contest.  And tell the Dreamers boys “Hi” from me (for extra points.)  I can’t wait to see your pictures.


The Delusion of Failure

Posted in Concerts, Dreamers, tagged Dreamers Band, Jacob Wick, Nelson, Nick Wold, Spring Tour on April 19, 2016| 1 Comment »

Two weeks ago I followed Dreamers for three cities along the Pacific Northwest and into California.  Instead of cowering behind anonymity like I did in Canada, I’ve been spouting to the world my three consecutive show intentions for weeks.  In doing this, I was faced with a question I haven’t been asked before — Are you going to write a blog about it? (Holy shit, people read this thing?)

After the shows, more questions rolled in — Are you going to write about how you embarrassed yourself?  What terrible thing did you do?  Are they frightened by you yet?  Did Dreamers finally block you this time?  (Uh, hey judgy people, I stayed up on two feet. Surprisingly. And I want to believe Dreamers finds me endearing, not scary.)

I hadn’t planned to write a blog about fails because I had a hella good time.  But when people ask for all your mistakes, it’s inevitable for you start looking for them.  You get hyper-critical of every choice you made, every sentence you spewed and every joke you thought killed in the moment.  All those underlying insecurities creep to the surface to say you weren’t as cool as you thought.

Octopus Arms:

I named this problem not after the 1st time I knocked things over.  And not even after the second.  But after the third time, I had to declare I had issues with my appendages.  This came from dancing wildly enough for my limbs to become weapons.

Selfie Sins:

My guilty pleasure?  Photos.  I take a million of them in every situation.  I love documenting every second of every experience.  When I go to a concert, it’s a photo blood bath.  It’s only made worse with the adorable Dreamers.  Nick’s funny expressions and Nelson’s swooning smirk make it irresistible to shimming myself up against their side and snapping a million shots.

It only gets worse as time passes.  The first night I shoot a ton of the performance to promote on Twitter and maybe a few after the show for my collection.  Then I’m able to put my phone away.  Night Two brings a little more desperation.  A little less show and a little heavier on the selfie side.  By Night Three I’m all out paparazzi as I frantically work to make sure the magic never ends. For real, how can anyone resist his cuteness?

This is where I have my deepest appreciation for Dreamers.  They put up with me, with smiles and kinds words, like nothing I deserve.  They suffer through all the times I angle my phone down, snap away, and never complain.  This isn’t always a given for fans.  Appreciate bands who do this for you.  And if you don’t have one, pick up Dreamers in your repertoire because they’re amazing.

Dirty Girl:

If you know me at all, you know how much I love to molest statues.  It’s gone on since I can remember.  Those frozen figures call to me like no other.  Seattle was no exception.  Walking down the street, a silhouette tucked into a small alcove caught my eye and begged me to come over.  It was the King himself.  I hoisted myself up on the platform without hesitation.  Yes, someone thought they could keep us apart by putting it on a pedestal.  I pulled out my phone and a kind stranger asked if she could take the photo. Notice, it was not Bestie or Gal Pal.  They laughed hysterically from the street.

Only later did I notice how utterly filthy this statue was at the time I put my mouth on it.  I want to believe my lips didn’t actually touch it even though this picture might tell a different story. Will this stop me from doing it again?  Let’s not have crazy talk. I think he’s totally into me, don’t you? Is that gum stuck to his chest?  Let’s hope so.

Nelson Neurosis:

If I were smart, I wouldn’t plant my intoxicated self next to Mr. Nelson.  I should learn from past experiences where I question my choices the next day and make sure I stay far away from the Dreamers’ bassist after my cocktail hour(s). It’s difficult because he’s approachable, witty, and shares interesting stories.  And DAMMIT, it seems like the best decision at the time.

If left to my own devices, I might not even remember all my communication flubs because I think I’m so damn charming at the time.  Lucky for me, my sober friend was happy to remind me in gory detail of how I embarrassed myself in front of him.  She had no idea the insecurity demons she whipped up with her replays.

Afterwards, I usually say “I think I scare Nelson” because I feel like I’m such a contrast to his laid back demeanor.  When I really think about it, I’m using the wrong word.  The correct one is “annoy,” which is pretty much the exact opposite of what I’m going for. Nelson and me in Portland.

I want to tell you the dudes in Dreamers are professionals.  You  have no idea how hard it can be to hang with me when I combine extreme excitement with alcohol.  Even Bestie kinda tapped out on night three of Susanpalooza. The Dreamers’ guys didn’t even flinch.  They never mentioned they needed alone time or faked needing to talk to a friend on the other side of the bar.

A friend asked, “why do you do these things?  Embarrass yourself? You could stand against the back wall, not engage, and come out shame-free the next day?”  All I can say is it’s hard to resist my nature.  It’s like Lennie from “Of Mice and Men.”   He strokes the soft puppy with love and admiration, not considering his great physical strength.  It’s the accidental byproduct when he crushes the thing he loves.  He doesn’t mean to do the same thing to a woman when he tries to stroke her hair.  All he thinks about is the fact he likes soft things.  His inability to control who he is ultimately ends up with him taking a bullet to the back of his head.  (I really hope Dreamers isn’t that drastic with me.)

As I sat down to write these awkward moments and cringed through all the photos, I also remembered advice Nelson  gave me the last time I had my nightmare moments.  He said not to be so hard on myself.  (Something I struggle with on a daily basis, especially after a concert run.)  The statement caused me to re-evaluated how I viewed myself in these situations and to reconsider what I’m saying when I write my actions were “fails.”  In fact, it was that single sentiment seven months ago that ignited my hardcore Dreamers’ fandom.  I thought it was so considerate and thoughtful for Nelson to even take the time.  Fuck, it was just plain nice.  Something I hadn’t experienced from a band before.  Sure, artists have been generous when signing autographs, but what does it say when one of them tells you not to beat yourself up for being who you are?  It means you better take a long hard look at why you’re going to do it anyways.  So I did.

I considered apologizing for my drunken loudness, all my crazy Snap Attacks, and egregious selfie abuse when the Dreamers guys are in my vicinity.  Then Bestie reminded me all the things I listed above aren’t failures, they’re successes.  Results from living fearless and being the person I want to be.  Why should I apologize?  Mixed in with these “fails” were hilarious chats with Dreamers, dancing carefree with friends to great music, and turning on-line acquaintances into new concert buddies.  Didn’t all those experiences create a pretty kick ass concert road trip?

Which leads me to this — even though some may expect this to be a blog about “fails”, I’m going to fight through my insecurity to remember this trip a different way.  There won’t be regrets, apologies, or “should haves.”  They’re going to be replaced with appreciation, pride, and “fuck yeah, I did that.”  I do this to honor the bassist who was kind enough to give thoughtful advice, a best friend who wants me to do all the things that make me happy, and for everyone else who appreciates I’m brave enough to chase after my dream(er)s.


Dreaming of Winning

Posted in Contests, Dreamers, tagged Dreamers Band, Jacob Wick, Nelson, Nick Wold on April 17, 2016| Leave a Comment »

Thank you to everyone who played Dreamers Bingo throughout their Spring 2016 Tour.  This was meant to be something special for their first headline outing.  If you were lucky enough to catch them live, you must agree with me — the boys brought their A-game. Here’s the special cookie set made for their last show in San Francisco. These emojis were picked from their most common ones used on their Twitter feed. If you want to see all the adorable they accomplish in emojis, you can follow them @dreamersjoinus.

I was lucky enough to enjoy three shows on this stint.  It was amazing!  Once again, the shows were upbeat, lively, and impressed new fans all over the place.  (Trust me, they told me.)  In Seattle, there were several people mentioning to me how they hadn’t planned to stay for the headliner after the Arkells, but did and were seriously impressed.  In Portland, my friend who joined to have a couple drinks with us, is now obsessed.  She messages me pretty regularly since to find out when we’re doing it again.

In San Francisco, it was a whole different crowd.  Diehards came out from all over.  I met my biggest Tunespeak contest competition, reunited with my favorite TATE fan couple, and met new friends I’d seen on Twitter.  It was the greatest thing ever.  I never wanted any of it to end…which may have led to my small temper tantrum at the end.  Ho hum, let’s forget about that.

Now the big announcement — the winner of the big Delish prize package is: They completed bingos all over the place.  Go them!  Really, this is only a small part of their amazing-ness.  You will be incredibly lucky if you get to meet them at a show.  SO. MUCH. FUN!

In a close second (and deserving of a serious honorable mention) is the extremely gorgeous and talented Nerdeebirdee.  Meeting her in SF is another one of my highlights. There were several partial bingos and great stories to go with them.  Thank you all who took the time to try to photograph your Dreamers’ memories for this game.

If you missed this tour, lucky for you they’re hitting the road again.  Please make sure to check out their live performance because it’s infectious.  In a good way. 
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