The ups and downs of the diversifying songwriter. I could be playing a packed house with Caitlin Cary and The Small Ponds, listening to a Proclivities song on a vomit inducing Oxygen Network reality show, or I could be the featured performer at an open mic night at the Burlap & Bean. I'm getting a thrill out of all of these. Right now, I'm sitting on a sofa at this coffee shop across from a bouncing baby and her doting mother and grandmother, talking about the hardships of stay-at-home motherdom. I am absolutely convinced that it must be really fucking hard to raise a child. But the Grand Meridian of differences between what's on their mind and what's on mine is so incredibly vast that it's putting me into some weird suburban fairytail mind-fuckery.
I ate a tangelo while talking on the phone to my wife and listening to loud music while weaving through D.C. traffic on my way to be a featured artist for an open mic night.
**Matt plays his 30-minute set in the middle of a circus of tastelessness (with exceptions) and walks out of there with a belly full of minestrone soup and $10.**
I don't think all of my mini lives are in accord right now. My music is being used in television shows. I'll be playing saxophone in the Josh Ritter band for sold out shows in a month. I don't have any money. My wife and I are going to Puerto Rico for a week and we just bought the tickets. I teach 8-year-olds how to play the clarinet...terribly. One of my best friends' dad just said I could have some free shoes and I got excited. And it snowed this morning.
Tomorrow I'll go to New York City.
