Airports

Ahhh airports. What a strange thing that we all pile ourselves into flying tubes to do what we do. It’s a world of it’s on in these places. People heading out on vacation, business people, families all existing in this space between places.   

Today I’m moving between salmon gigs and high hawks gigs with a quick stop at home for a writing session in between.  Colorado nashville and Newark in 24 hours time . It’s a bit insane but I’m incredibly happy to have so many fun things on my table. And so many fun friends to do them with.  

I guess I have the best job I could ever imagine for myself.   I’ve wanted to travel since I was a little kid. I was in 8th grade when I went to an old time festival in Pittsburgh and saw 20 people under a big old shade tree all playing tunes together. I realized some were strangers to each other but they all shared this repertoire of tunes to celebrate living with.  It was then and there I really came to know the social aspect of bluegrass and old time music that ties together a community of players.  I realized That I could travel and meet people to play this stuff with and knew what I’d be doing with my life from then on. Traveling and playing tunes. So here I am sitting in an airport between gigs.  I guess my dreams have come true . Now about those airline seats……