BY SCULLY
Kate and I have had a single, unifying mantra throughout the Dalton experience: Try to kill the band.
It sounds harsh, but it has served us well.
From renting the Paradise Rock Club with our last $3,500 back in 2017, through indpendently booking the Pavilion shows and MGM, to our new House of Blues residency, we are continually trying to push the limits of what is possible. Someday, we'll hit that wall and a dream we chase will not come true. That's just life. That is the beauty of the American Dream -- it's failures and successes resonante equally.
This experience has always been about the community that has built it. Dalton shows are an open invitation, not an obligation. So, this week, as we head into our sixth headlining show at the House of Blues in the past 3 months (which is a ridiculous sentence to type), in lieu of a bunch of marketing, we're going to ask our friends to tell their Dalton story and we'll publish them here.
Listen, this band is an experiment in the power of joy and community. Every Monday morning, we get up and figure out how to attack the week's problems. At some point, this will end, and you will find me and Kate, living in an RV, playing little bar gigs in beach towns across America. We will end up -- as the song goes -- back on linoleum stages (and we'll be quite content!).
This community has done impossible things. These shows that we've pulled off are so far outside the realm of what should be possible that we are constantly aware of how amazing they are in real time (which doesn't always happen).
So, we'll be there on Saturday night at the House of Blues. If you're around, swing by. And if you've got a story to tell about this Dalton experience, send us a DM or a Bat Phone text. We'd love to share it.