There is really nothing as great as being with great friends listening to beautiful music being made by other great friends. I can't tell you how many times I've seen Drew and Ellie and all the neighbors play live, but I think this last time is one I'll remember for awhile. I can't really put my finger on it--they are always heartfelt, genuine, and soulful--but I have never loved watching them so much as I did on Tuesday. So much, in fact, I had to put my camera away and just be present with my friends, those standing next to me, and those playing their instruments. Maybe it was the company and the people I ran into, maybe it was the conversations I had, maybe it was their new awesome music, maybe it was the excitement of seeing Marc Broussard--I don't know. Sometimes you're actually in the place your heart wants you to be, and it is overwhelming. It was a great night--I walked away feeling peaceful, and it has lasted all week. I hope to hang onto that for a little longer; God knows I need all the help I can get.
Thank you, Drew and Ellie and Nate and Rich and Jon and Marc and Matt and Al and the guy who played drums for Marc that I did not know. Sorry, guy who plays drums for Marc, I have a feeling you're pretty cool, too. Maybe next time we can meet.