Well, here I am, sitting in the charming coffee shop Sip Café in Inglewood, with a whole afternoon of freedom ahead of me, wondering what to write about, and realizing that there is really everything to write about. It can be challenging to know where to start when this is the case. I find myself hesitating from time to time simply from the sheer overwhelming number of possibilities. But so much of being creative is making decisions, and so, I proceed to write this blog.
Nashville is going swimmingly, lots of music to be made and heard and seen here, lots of things to do, friends to make. The next thing on the roster for me is, well, I don’t know. I’ve been playing almost every day with two very talented musicians, a bassist by the name of Warren Lively and a drummer by the name of Cameron Monzon. We have been working hard on original songs, by myself and by Warren, who’s a naturally good songwriter. I’m excited to start recording with these folks, but even more excited to start playing shows with them.
Until the Sucking Stages are over, though, lots of sunny days and late summer nights. Filled with coffee, sandwiches, rehearsals, and trying to not go broke. It would be wonderful if I didn’t have to ride the bus to Royal Oak this weekend, but that is really all up to the credit card gods.
What else? Oh, I stumbled into a bookstore in the West End yesterday by the name of Parnassus Books, which, as it turns out, is somewhat of a nationally acclaimed bookstore. There I was lucky enough to catch the first half of a talk by Laura Moriarty, author of The Chaperone, a popular new novel that is considered by many to be a piece of modern literature. It was inspiring to see somebody so successful at doing what she loves speak about her newest creation. The Chaperone is her fourth novel, and that made me think about the importance of continuing to spin out works, even if the acclaim is not immediate for the first few efforts.
I could ramble on, but I’ll keep it short today. Job hunting is on the horizon.
Until next time,
-P