Matt Seiple has been playing and singing his way around America for 30 years. From the streets of San Francisco to the cafes of New York City, the clubs of New Orleans and the honky-tonks of Nashville. In dingy dorm rooms and mountain-top monasteries, flat-picking festivals and catered conventions. In the cramped intimacy of a camper van and the cold rattle of a vacant boxcar, amidst the stale sweat on a Greyhound bus and the matted mud on a backwoods jeep. At empty open mics and endless all night jams, stoned-out beach parties, and booze-drenched fundraisers.