Friends
I is for Imagine that…
My weekend was packed with sundry events of note. For starters, on Friday afternoon at work, I took the elevator and made small talk with the other passenger – a complete stranger. He told me that he was throwing a party that night. I told him to have fun. That night, I donned a red…
Pub crawl
For as much as I talk about missing Seattle, a night like last night happens, and I am so happy that I live here.
Simple math
After the long weekend, I am back at work. Today is the start date of 3 new employees, which technically should increase my workload by 60%. However, as my mother pointed out, 60% of zero is still zero. I spent yesterday with Meg and Josh recording my latest song, which you can now find on…
C is for the Cooking Frenchman, and Cheese
On Friday afternoon, I returned home from work to find an enormous box on my front step. I ripped into it, and found a birthday present sent from none other than my favorite Greta in the whole world. It started with a birthday card that played “Mmm Bop” when I opened it (she knows me…
The long road
I don’t understand why there has to be so much pain, so much fear, so much weight. But there is. Just look around: our world is cracked and bleeding and broken. I turned on the news last night, but had to turn it off again – my brain simply could not handle more problems. I…
Goodbye, Sarah
Today marks the departure of my dear friend Sarah, who is making the big move from Nashville to Mansfield, TX, to begin a new chapter in her life. While I am excited for what the future holds for her, I am not smiling. I am sad to see her go. Sarah and I met several…
Bienvenue à la maison, hooray!
What I mean is “Welcome home,” but I’m pretty sure that means “Welcome house.” Dang it. It’s been a long haul, but the day is finally here. After 5 weeks of gallivanting through Europe (France, Switzerland, Italy, Ireland), GRETA IS COMING HOME TODAY! I say “home” like she and I live in the same place,…
Cowgirls and Indians
One of the biggest draws to spend the summertime in Montrose revolves around some of our favorite friends, who we refer to simply as “the Hong Kong boys.” Several Indian families who live in Hong Kong also own vacation homes in my humble little cowpoke hometown, and for years, the summertime has meant reunions. These…
Sound the trumpets (and the French horn)
Here it is – the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Or… at least the moment I’ve been TALKING UP. I have 4 brand spankin’ new songs up on MySpace – you can listen here. Initially, I had thought that a simple guitar/vocal demo would be sufficient – just me and my Martin. But having…
My sweet little criminals, and other stories
Here in Nashville, a heavy emphasis is placed on “who you know.” A lot of name-dropping happens, and networking is important within the music industry. And so obviously, it’s easy for me to feel very unseen here; I don’t have too many connections to the big, “important” people. But that’s okay. At work, the FedEx…