Gregory Alan Isakov & A Return Home

The Matchbook | 7.24.26

brother from another mother, Gregory Alan Isakov

As I said, June was chaos, it was movement, it was busy, it was family, it was full.

You’ve seen 2 weeks worth of photos, so it’s time to wrap it up, to show you how June ended, after all that frantic motion.

Buckle in, enjoy, and see how this beautiful month finally winded down.

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The night before the big Gregory Alan Isakov concert, we had the unbelievably fun Thrift Store Fancy Dinner. Everyone had to go to a thrift store and completely source their entire outfit for the meal. Originally, it was supposed to also be kickball in our outfits, and we all had specially chosen “Walk Up” songs that we each got to pick to represent ourselves. Again the heat caught up and instead of using the songs for Kickball, we used them to do a runway fashion show. Each person got their lap around the entire little soaking pool to do whatever they wished to do in their outfit. It. Was. Amazing.

To say everyone brought it would be an unfair understatement. Everyone put everything they had into their little 30 second to 1 minute time in the spotlight. I don’t know if 14 people have ever laughed hard, longer, and shouted support more triumphantly. My family is an odd one, and I really do chalk so much of it up to the bizarre way the original 5 Gregsons grew up. We were all we had, and we lived all over the United States being each others only best friends, confidants, and partners in crime. That bonds you, and plants a seed of deep unseriousness to bigger things that really shouldn’t matter. Seek fun, seek silliness, and seek connection. That’s what we’re about.

Above you can see the outfits our little fam rocked. Yeah. We delivered.

After this, we went over the pass to Jackson, as we were staying just outside in Victor, MT because we’re not billionaires and we also don’t like crowds. We wandered for the day, Sarah and Addie got matching insanely rad jean jackets, and then we rode the big gondola up to the very top of Snow King Mountain to watch my best good buddy, Gregory Alan Isakov perform for a huge crowd of adoring fans.

He always puts on such an unbelievable show, and it was so fun after to finally introduce the entire rest of my family to his band. They’ve all known Gregory since our wedding in Scotland, but they hadn’t met the band yet, his amazing group of musicians that Sarah and I have been lucky to know for just a hair under two decades. His music was stunning, the Tetons in the back were breathtaking, and we all had a magical time, truly.

Made our way back down the gondola, this time at that final fading hour before the sky goes all the way black, and got to see the lights of Jackson shining like little stars sticking earthbound. The next morning we got an early start and ventured back home, stopped by cows that were blocking the road, landscapes that looked like a Windows 96 wallpaper, and storm clouds that would prove, by the time we got home, to be much more than just threatening.

Addie got positively drenched on our walk, we all did, and it felt so good to not run from the rain, but just sit inside it. I think far too often we try to avoid getting wet, rather than just embracing it like we used to when we were kids. We do this for so many things, don’t we?

The month ended with Berto having her two new friends from California come up to visit. They all are roommates at Cal Poly, and they hadn’t been to Montana before, so we spent the afternoon showing them around.

All in all, a month to remember, a month for the record books as far as furious and feverish motion. One I’ll treasure for a long, long time.

I think we all will.

I love you all.

Be good.