Wandering.

The Summer

The summer was movement, travel, and music. Thousands of miles, and people. All new, all unknown. The whole experience feels like it was someone else’s life, and I’m now just watching it back, foggily, from a distance. You do things, go to new places and play shows and meet people, and if you do it every night for quite a while – things blur together. The shows are hard to discern amongst each city, and much less the day-to-day experiences I had. But the great moments stick out in my memory. Gorgeous, green country roads, the perfect evening sky looking up from a rooftop, 2,000 miles from home. Standing on the edge of the river looking out on the New York skyline. The faces, and the conversations. The hotel rooms, the really great performances, the cliche but underestimated excitement of the open road.

I look back on it all fondly now. And I can’t wait to do it again.

A

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Bob Dylan and Mick Jagger, circa 1972

Paris, 1957