Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is true. You can’t. Nevertheless, I’ve chosen not to write about the negatives in life, but instead on what’s ahead.
Next week I’ll be at Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah playing the ASCAP Music Cafe. I’m happy to share the stage with other artists such as Ingrid Michelson, David Gray, and Jeremy Current. After that I’ll spend a week in Nashville writing with some great folks and eating delicious redneck mexican food. It’s the best, you know?
So far we’ve had 17 days in the new year, and I don’t have much to complain about. I can make rent in Brooklyn (barely), successfully use the MTA subway system, and I don’t buy fruit from those carts on the street because apparently they all have bed bugs. I miss the hell out of the South, but this will do for now.
Played The Gaslight last week as a part of the Gaslight Revival; an attempt to bring it back to it’s original glory when Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, and Mississippi John Hurt played there. It was really cool, and I’m glad people in NYC are still trying to keep it alive. Here’s a cool photo of Bob Dylan’s debut performance there in 1961.
Look for me in NYC at Rockwood Music Hall in Feb. Otherwise I’ll see you down the road.