Part of my return to music and poetry involves getting over myself and going to strange places to play for strange people.  It’s easy at home or at work or when there is an actual stage between me and the audience.  It’s a lot harder at an intimate bar show.

Last night, Lindsey and I made the trek to Waverly, Iowa to share a little musical space with our friends Uncle Chuck and Perry Miller.  I played to a full bar for the first time in years, and it felt like home.  We even managed to make a few new musical friends along the way.

Onward and upward.  I got this.