Today it feels surreal, like maybe I was dreaming. I last set foot on stage in front of a "normal" audience six months ago today at Austin Acoustical Cafe in Texas. It's been little more than 6 months since our Treasures in My Chest album and book release event at Franklin Park Arts Center here in my hometown. Sunday night, I stepped in front of a small, socially-distanced and enthusiastic audience in the gallery at Franklin Park to welcome live music back.
I'm not even sure what I'm feeling - it is hard to describe what it is like to suddenly have your livelihood vanish into thin air, with no assurance of its return or what it might resemble if it does. I have always been tremendously grateful to the people who've taken the time and made the effort to come to my shows, but now... a privilege, or a blessing; those words somehow feel insufficient. You leave home, you spend the money - it is because of you and only you that I've been able to honor this calling for the last 25 years.
So to pack up the van for the 10-minute drive to Franklin Park last night, to step in front of living and yes breathing fellow humans, with a guitar strapped on and surrounded by the mysterious majesty of art, and to do this thing I have done for so long, in sort of the same way I'd always done it.... It was a pretty special and emotional evening. If you were there, I can't thank you enough. If you watched online, I hope some of that energy came through the lens.
And of course, if you missed it, I'm live from my house Thursday night - the more "normal" abnormal way we do concerts in the pandemic era.