I’m running around this week doing all kinds of chores––getting a haircut, doing rehearsals, buying extra guitar strings, dropping off dry cleaning, printing posters, buying little adhesive rubber pads for the keyboard pedal so it won’t slip on stage, etc., as I get ready to leave for my West Coast Tour on Sunday. As I write this I’m on the subway with my guitar and a bag of flowers that I’m dropping off at a friend’s house. She’ll take care of them while I’m away. My little yellow roses peaking out from a tacky pharmacy shopping bag, brightening up the day of my fellow subway passengers…
I’m excited to go. This kind of thing used to make me incredibly nervous, but maybe for the first time in my life my excitement has easily taken over my fear. I’ve practiced well, I know how to travel light these days (I think, I hope…), I’m healthy, my voice sounds good, and I’m in great company. Like I wrote in my post last week, any number of things could go wrong on a trip like this, but that––truly––is life. It comes with the territory. I’m living it. My life. Goddammit. And I’ll do my darnedest to write a blog-post or two while I’m on the road so I can share some of my experiences with you.
To end, I’d like to express my gratitude to all of you who follow and support me on this journey. It is never unclear to me that you, my friends, are what makes my life in music possible.