And I Have

I’m sitting at a picnic table in front of the Frothy Monkey on 12 South, writing this on my phone as I mingle incognito with tourists and bachelorette parties. Little do they know they’re in the presence of hipster R&B semi-celebrity, one with idiopathic scoliosis no less.

It’s warm rather than sweltering, mercifully not humid, and I’m luxuriating in what easily could've been a shitty day. Trevor Larkin Talks and Listens builds into my week addictively nourishing conversations, and today’s with J Human (a fantastic soul singer/songwriter) was one of my favorites - it elevated me out of an overly-caffieanted funk and inspired the finishing of lyrics I’d initially dismissed but am now really stoked on.

I’m acutely aware of the tiny ripple I make in the proverbial pond, but I promised myself I’d write this thing everyday, and I have. I promised myself I’d focus on my own music in earnest, and I have. I promised myself I’d share honest conversations about subjects that challenge and inspire me, and I have.

Where I rank in the echelon of nomadic, bespectled dreamers with crooked spines, well, that’s up to a presumably underachievering deity. But I feel better about myself than ever, and I know that counts for something.