Ahhhhh. I’m back on my hilltop. Back in that just-so San Francisco light. Now for a week’s stillness (though not really rest) before the adventure continues on to two shows at UC San Diego, a week at the TED conference, a show at the gorgeous new SFJAZZ Center (March 2nd!!!), and a couple of weeks of gigs in the UK. Yes! Then, a moment of spring quiet to follow.

But for now, just drinking lots of tea and trying to get over the instant cold that knocked on my door immediately upon landing. Sniffle, sniffle. Achooooooooooooooooooooo!

Tonight Quinn and I played our first show on our short but sweet Colorado tour. It was at a beautiful listening room called Steve’s Guitars and the audience and show were l-o-v-e-l-y. Driving up to Carbondale (ski country) from Denver, we rolled through winter canyons and road that had been blasted into existence by dynamite decades ago.

In one month, I have written music by the Nile with artists from across East Africa, hit the midwest with my solo project steeped in Jazz and Ethiopian influences, and come to the high country for a distinctly American music with Quinn.  Surreal to say the least. Life is an adventure. Moving through so many states of being, modes of music making, and ecologies is an inner and outer whirlwind. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, other times I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s both, and neither, everything all at once. Time to write a song about it!