East Coast Love...

So I'm back on the East coast - it feels like just yesterday I was out here, driving 16 hours to shows and filling out police reports about broken-in cars...misty water-colored memories...

Seriously, though, this trip has been a blast. Starting with an amazing wedding and some quality time with the fam, I've since been to a Patriots game, flown up over Massachusetts in a little airplane, driven through a blizzard (two, if you count the one I drove through in Indiana last week just to get out here), and spent time with some really amazing people. What more could you ask for?

I am now in Brooklyn, staying up late, catching up on good old days, playing a cutthroat game of Operation... I'm psyched for my show at Kenny's tomorrow with Todd Martin, it should be a good time.

It's funny visiting places you used to call home. I wonder if the identity crises I continually have when I'm traveling will ever subside. I can't decide where I'm from or where I'm going, whether I'm home or visiting, and what the hell is in between. It's really nice, though, to return to a place that has significance (good or bad - both I think are equally as important) and make new memories and have new experiences. I think it's kind of a way of mentally refreshing your past. Go back and take the good things and bring them with you. There's an African symbol that means just that, actually...

One of my favorite song lyrics refers to leaving home and, well, I'll just write it here:

'Somebody said you've got to get away
To want to go back home again...'

I wouldn't say I'm rushing to move back to Boston, but my heart did sniffle a little as we drove away. Good times...noodle salad.