Nick and Nicole were here last week. One of the more soul refreshing, love lifting me higher kind of life perks I’m aware of. I’m so lucky to have people like them in my world. They were here for art fairs, and us, and attended the second of many “Outstandingly Terrific East Village Listening Parties.”
I wish I could have all the important people in my life at my house every Sunday to indulge in good food, good love, and one of the deepest jazz vinyl collections of anyone I know, but they can’t. Fortunately, most of that New York contingency was able to make it, and none of the names Devon called me out of vinyl envy were too bad.
It was a day simple dreams are made of. I want it all the time.
Thanks for coming, playing, listening, and loving, friends.
Your love really did, and really does, lift me higher.
