when you feel tears fill yr eyes and you're smiling and you're not even sure what all the feelings are. could be the jetlag talking (hi UK, tour starts in london on monday!) 

anyway, here's a fun run-on sentence: i was restless getting to sleep because i had to get up at 5:30 to catch a ride to the airport to catch a plane to hamburg to catch a taxi to kiel to play a 40th birthday party that's been postponed for two years, and in my dazed state, it somehow perfectly sums up my life, esp these days.   

the landscape for small-scale DIY singers like me has seemingly gotten a lot more rocky (as it were) in the wake of the pandemic. i imagine that's the case for small businesses of all sorts, and the toll it's taken on indie venues and the performers who play them is sad to see/experience. more than ever, it's all about you & me now. so, if you want to see me sing in yr venue or yr shop or yr home, or sing with me, or any other fun ideas, just let me know, and we'll do our best to sort it out in a way that works for both of us. 

i really want this (singing/creating for a living) to keep going sustainably, and it seems like the best way to do that at this point is to do things even more personally. i've always loved that, luckily. we shall see. all ideas welcome & wanted. 

as i think about all this, i think about all the people hustling hard to have happy lives. sometimes it seems like so much is against me/us living a simple, peaceful, creative existence. from the increasing policing of systemically oppressed bodies to the cruel consolidation of wealth, these times feel pretty desperate sometimes. i think that's what got the tears going in the first place. not self-pity, but empathy. love to you & yrs.