This morning I had my alarm clock set for 6am. However, at 3:15 I woke from sleep assuming my alarm had gone off and woke up, put some music on, and got into the shower. It wasn’t until I started getting dressed and checked the clock to see if I was ahead or behind schedule, that I noticed it wasn’t 6:30; it was 3:30am. I have absolutely no idea how this happend. Every time my alarm goes off, I have to turn it off. You know… typical iPhone alarm; but this morning I guess I was just off my rocker? No idea. Is it possible to wake up from an alarm clock in your dream? Tried to get some sleep with wet hair, but I think I was too pissed off at myself to get anything out of it.
It’s currently 2:38pm and I’m on the train back from Philadelphia. It’s a dreary day. While I feel off centered I also feel a sense of understanding and patience.
Spent last week cowriting and making some new music that I’m excited to play tomorrow night at The Living Room in the East Village (154 Ludlow Street). I play at 9pm, and it’s free as a little kid mooning you in a minivan. Come out, and I’ll give you a high-five, maybe even two. Here’s a photo of the front door if you don’t know what those look like:
I returned to New York Tuesday morning at midnight after being gone almost three weeks. New York can be a tough place, and such a love hate relationship. For example: I love that there are great people, great food, and great community, but I hate that at 2:16am Tuesday morning someone is having a dance party below me. Second example: I love that I never have to drive, but I hate that I don’t have any space. Makes me realize and appreciate other towns and other places, but still there’s nothing like New York.
This is my neighborhood:
Played the Sundance Film Festival two weeks ago, and it was a blast. Not only playing infront of many talented and attentive people in the entertainment industry, but also meeting new friends. Park City is a fun little town with tons on Pendelton clothing, cowboy boots, and buffalo chili; so naturally, I felt right at home. Here’s an illegal photo of me playing at the ASCAP Music Cafe with Jeremy Current:
We stayed at an amazing cabin with heated floors, multiple fireplaces, and two kitchens. I was so uncomfortable. Here’s a picture of the view from the living room:
Jeremy and I also played on the local CBS station in Salt Lake City and here’s a photo from the taping:
Well I mostly wanted to tell you of my weird morning, but Happy February and here’s to another 6 weeks of winter.