A Summer Soul

It's been a minute. How are you? I'm better, thanks. And a lot of precious things have happened lately, firsts if you will. I sat in on the recording of a song that helped me exit the Charisma pool. I went to a crawfish throwdown and suffered accordingly: guts in my hair and on my clothes - gory, fun stuff. Attended a wedding for fifteen minutes in a fancy star dress (pictured below). Went to my first concert - Mat Kearney's Crazy Talk Tour - with my best friend and ended up being hoisted aloft by him to get in the crowd selfie. I met Andrew Belle and jumped around in a gentle moshpit with Mat Kearney. We met an urban witch ("Raise your hand if you've ever felt personally victimized by Regina George."). I got over my fear of sushi, crab, and shrimp all in one bite ("What's on this?" " Crab !" " !!!!! "). Crawled around in the loft of a tiny house, and planned where I'd put a table and how to overcome limited counter-sp...

"If you ever hear feedback [during a sound check or a performance], it means you're not close enough to the microphone, and you actually have to get closer ." - John Ebdon

There is a mantel waiting for me Colored like the eyes of Jeremiah Hovering just above my head And it is heavy So heavy

February 3rd was a perfect, pearl-strung day. And it was all yellow...

Birthdays seem to be getting simpler. The year before last was a messy affair in San Antonio full of idolatry, lust, and underage drinking.