I’m grateful for…

Music. When I was a kid, my Dad played the drums. He would share records: Allman Brothers, The Drifters, Mountain, Led Zeppelin, Band of Gypsies, The Beatles, and dozens of others. To this day, my Dad sips an IPA or Cabernet between sets of snare and bass.

I’m grateful for music, because music is medicine. I take a dose of drums, strings, and all beautiful musical things, and it’s like I’m transported elsewhere. I go back to church, back to mountain square dances, back to clubs and concerts, back to living rooms and basements. And in every memory, I’m listening.

Lately, I listen to an eclectic mix. Intense basslines, syrupy pop, and varying densities of lyricism. I’ve spent a lot of time with Dominic Fike, Khalid, and Sleep Token lately.

And now, I’ve started to speak music’s language. It’s intentional. It knows itself. It’s never alone, so long as the beat keeps going. And it never gives up.

Music is about connection, and we need it more every day. The times are changing. And so am I.