Greetings from Bellingham, Washington. Day Lord-knows-what. We've once again left the comfort and familiarity of our home and native land for the final leg of this unforgettable run. Though it's been a long couple months, a saving grace has been it's segmentation. It gives us a chance to appreciate the different locations we see, bands we play with, people we meet, not to mention all the varied experiences we've had. Seriously, anytime you can be up at dawn on a slum rooftop in Bombay India, then sitting down 4 days later to the best fish n' chips London has to offer (Rock & Sole in Covent Garden), you'd best give thanks for your blessings.

Vancouver's show at the Vogue marked the end of our "Hat's Off" tour with Charlie Winston and Michael Rault ,and what a way to go out. Sorry to toot our own horn, but from top to bottom, bow to stern, that lineup was legendary. All three bands have a decidedly different energy, that when combined, gelled better than anyone could have guessed. We're very proud to have had them both out with us. Graciously, they helped us close out the night by joining us for 'Nothing To Say" and "When The Night". The real stars of the show however were the few dozen kids from The St. James Music Academy. They came up for a performance of "Here I Am". (a song we'll be releasing over the holidays on iTunes as a Bedouin single. All the proceeds will be going to the academy, to help further their incredible work.) They sounded truly angelic, and I don't mind telling you I got a little lump in my throat when I heard them come in, 30 voices strong on that first chorus. When it was all done, you should have seen it: cheers, roars, whistles, and finally a standing ovation, turned just about all their tiny faces into various mixes of excitement, elation and disbelief. After a reaction like that I've no doubt the next great canadian talent is in the making.

Having finished up touring Canada for the year, we're on to our final 6 shows, all in the U.S: Bellingham, Seattle, Portland, San Fran, San Diego L.A. respectively. None of us have ever been to this first place, so we're not sure what to expect. So far the city has a decidedly 'Oregon' feel: Lots of coffee-houses, secondhand shops, seemingly no upper class, and extremely friendly locals. In short, I think we'll have a great time.

San Francisco is going to be kind of a big deal for yours truly. It's where my dad lives and (in addition to not having seen him for some years) this will be the very first time in the history of ever that he's seen his son playing the drums. I know, weird, right? No pressure. Well, maybe a l'il. My dad's always been an intimidating figure to me, (when he shakes your hand like he's making a wax impression of it) so I'm hoping I don't f*** up. Watch THIS be the night I drop half a dozen drumsticks. Lordy…

K, I'm out. I escaped the tour bus a few hours ago to find a quiet cafe to write this, and if I don't return soon our tour manager will release the hounds. Thanks again for everyone who's been following along for the last while, and a special thanks to those who've given me some positive feedback. I'm not a writer by any stretch of the imagination, so your kind words mean more than you know. Extra special special thanks to mama Malinowski for the inspiration (incidentally, she cooks a mean sable fish).