Leaving Manhattan at Dawn

"There is a great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused.

At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?”

— John Steinbeck, from East of Eden

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I have several friends and people I know who have kids. They always take these perfect photos of their babies, post cute things the kid says or does, etc. One day, these children will be adults and will have an exceptionally curated record of the best parts of their childhood.

Somehow the most popular story that remains of mine is that, standing in the delivery room at 5 years old welcoming my baby sister to the world, I said right there in front of God and everybody: “Mama, Kelsey don’t have a penis like me, huh?” And there’s supposed to be justice in the world?

From the Dawn of My 28th Orbit, With Love

I turned 27 yesterday.

My birthday always tends to exacerbate a melancholic reflection that sets in annually when the summer becomes the fall. With the change comes a looking-back on where I’ve been, and a looking-forward on where I’m going.

I’m glad to be in the twilight of my youth. Getting to where I am has been quite a ride. Lots of losses, but enough wins to keep me fighting. I feel now more than ever that I am on a good path. I’m aware of who I am. I know my shortcomings, and I’m starting to come to terms with them. I know I have some strengths, and I am prepared to use them.

I am thankful today for every person out there who has had faith in me thus far. There is no doubt that I have relied on a great multitude of people to hold me up on my journey to wherever it is I’m headed. Thank you for the past, and I send my gratitude in advance for those in the future who will shine a light on the path as I’m finding my way there. Let’s go.

Cleaned up at the ol’ Strand bookstore today. Norman Mailer’s An American Dream, Raymond Carver’s Where I’m Calling From, Joan Didion’s The White Album, and John Steinbeck’s East of Eden. Have y’all read any of these, to tell me what kind of goodness I’m in for?

This is the business card of the guy who played pedal steel and dobro on my songs in Muscle Shoals. Played with the Flying Burrito Brothers for 25 years, is a bizarrely talented player, and wins at making business cards. #armssupplied #barsemptied

Howdy partners. Do you have your calendars marked for next Friday, October 3rd? I may not be as cute now as I was then, but then again… I might be. How will you know if you don’t come?!? EXACTLY. You won’t. Come celebrate my old age and my new songs. It’ll be a big ol’ time.

Happy birthday to bass man @chasemcbass.

This guy is behind all the low end magic on my new record. It was a treat to have him play, but the true pleasure in knowing him as a man. Good as gold. Here’s a photo of him getting a very funny lesson in air bass-playing from @beaubedford at FAME Studios. At least that’s my best guess.

Much love, amigo.

It’s been an all-caps BLAST having Mr. @WesleyGeiger in NYC the last few days. He’s a great songwriter, a good man, and a fine friend.

#tbt Throwing all the way back to last Tuesday at @billy_reid_flo in the Shoals. A fantastic week of seeing friends, making music, and living the good life. I feel like I’m waking up from the best dream. Photo by @willvonbolton

Reminiscing all Muscle Shoals as I’m gearing up to head back to NYC today. Here’s @beaubedford and me, listening very intently. Photo by @willvonbolton.