And kickin’, no less. I’ve been writing a little, swimming a lot, and listening to an unhealthy (or very healthy) amount of Louis Armstrong. Last night I played a show at Open Eye Cafe in Carrboro that was great and refreshed in me all the reasons why I love to write songs and sing them in crowded coffee houses. Like, super love it. It was juicy and delicious, and drove me straight to an uncrowded coffee house today to work on my website, get more shows booked, and try to wrangle together some musicians to play with me in those upcoming shows. I’m also scheming about my summer and thinking about all the places I want to play at and travel to, and pondering whether or not Little Car will be up to task. She’s like the Little Engine That Could. It’s very sweet, and sadly literal when we’re chugging up a particularly steep hill. Alas.
In any case, I arrive in this new year armed with a great batch of musicy goals of all different varieties and am excited to see what this year holds and, frankly, would be thrilled if it were just as good as last year. So far so good. I hope everyone is well, and you’ll be hearing from me soon.
