Tennis:
05-26 Las Vegas, NV – Swan Dive05-17 Salt Lake City, UT – Metro Music Hall05-18 Salt Lake City, UT – Kilby Block Party05-21 Minneapolis, MN – First Avenue05-23 Chicago, IL – The Salt Shed05-24 Indianapolis, IN – Hi-Fi Annex05-25 Cleveland, OH – Globe Iron05-27 Toronto, Ontario – The Concert Hall05-30 Boston, MA – Roadrunner05-31 Philadelphia, PA- Franklin Music Hall06-01 New York, NY – The Rooftop at Pier 1706-03 Washington, D.C. – The Anthem06-05 Raleigh, NC – The Ritz06-06 Atlanta, GA – The Eastern06-07 Nashville TN – Brooklyn Bowl Nashville06-09 Dallas, TX – The Factory in Deep Ellum06-10 Houston, TX – White Oak Music Hall06-11 Austin, TX – Stubb’s Waller Creek Amphitheater08-18 San Diego, CA – Humphreys Concerts by the Bay08-20 Los Angeles, CA – Greek Theatre08-22 Pioneertown, CA – Pappy & Harriet’s08-23 Phoenix, AZ – The Van Buren08-24 Santa Fe, NM – The Bridge at Santa Fe Brewing Co.08-26 Denver, CO – Mission Ballroom08-28 Boise, ID – Treefort Music Hall08-29 Portland, OR – McMenamins Grand Lodge08-30 Vancouver, British Columbia – Malkin Bowl09-02 Sacramento, CA – Channel 2409-04 Saratoga, CA – The Mountain Winery
Alaina Moore:
On a cross-country drive at the end of tour, our van and trailer blew four tires in quick succession. That particular stretch of highway was a tire graveyard. I counted the shredded remains of 12 tires from where we sat on the side of the road, swapping out our last spare. Our bad luck was heavily contrasted by the good night we’d just had in Houston. The highs and lows of touring are unnatural, disorienting. On the shoulder of I-40, I began writing the lyrics to “12 Blown Tires.” It is a constellation of memories from the road, and of our marriage, two endeavors that are completely, hopelessly entangled.
When we recorded “12 Blown Tires” a few months later, I had the sense of distilling the past 15 years into four minutes of music. It felt like the end of something, though I wasn’t sure what. Patrick and I spent most of our twenties and all of our thirties focused on Tennis. It has been the most joyous, bewildering, challenging, and humbling experience. After finishing Face Down in the Garden, it became clear that we had said everything we wanted to say and achieved everything we wanted to achieve with our band. This will be our last studio album, at least in this configuration as Tennis. We are ready to pursue other creative projects and to make space in our lives for new things. In that light, the upcoming tour feels more poignant, like a concluding thought. These two kids from Denver who only ever dreamed of playing a few house shows are very fulfilled. Perhaps we’ll see you on the road. As always, thank you.
