Mr. NoteWordy

Bass for tonight's gig. And I thought the outfit was cool. It's nice to wear something other than pit black again.

Ok, look.

I HATED leaving my tour. I was so sad to leave my road family. It was genuinely one of the most emotionally taxing things I've done to leave fifty or so people whom I've grown to love through the soaring highs, harrowing lows, tedious travel, and endless novelty that is tour life in a rock and roll centered Broadway show.

But.

I really really LOVE being back home in my own studio. I missed MY guitars. My amps. My keyboards and organ. My recording setup. My basses, banjos, ukulele, drums, and mandolins. My record collection. These little relics of my life that tell a story of a time and place where I drifted in and out.

Friends are kind of like objects orbiting a star. Some are planets; constant companions that stay close. Some keep circling, but at a greater distance. Others are comets that get really close for a short amount of time, burn bright, but then leave and take years or decades to come around again. If they ever do.

Right now I'm grateful that so many amazing artists and professionals have entered my orbit, and I'm also very grateful to be in my own place again.

Hopefully, and soon, I'll drift back into tour life for a while. But even if I don't, I will always cherish the time I traveled among the stars.

Oh, how brightly they burned!

Venue photo dump number 3 from my time on tour with the Broadway production of Tina! The Tina Turner musical.