Blogging from the Newark airport, where I’ve had a 2 hour
layover on my way to Buffalo. It is cold and bleak here on the East Coast. I
haven’t even left the airport and I can feel it. When I left LA this morning,
it was almost 80 degrees at 10am. What a stark change in scenery. I’m very glad
that this festival wasn’t scheduled for last weekend, when it was below 10
degrees and they got another foot of snow. I really hate snow. SoCal has spoiled me silly.
I found a quiet place near my gate and took out my guitar to
run through my program. The folks around were mostly people that worked at the
airport, and most of them smiled at me as I played. A few made it a point to come up to me and say, “You play
good,” or “That sounds great!”
When I started playing, I was thinking about how the life of
a traveling musician is way less than glamorous sometimes. Bad food, waiting in
airports, missing my family. Then as I started playing, it just felt like home,
and I had one of those moments where I just felt joy in knowing that I love
playing the guitar and was reminded that it is a privilege to share it with others. I hope I
lifted the spirits of at least one of those airport workers, and that their day
was a little less hard because they heard some guitar being played in a quiet
corner of the airport.
Looking forward to getting there and get some rest tonight – all I
did on the first flight was watch two movies (a rare treat) and I’m still
exhausted!
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