I've gotten some comments from friends on the optimism I'm pulling out of my ass. Some are thankful. Some are more cynical. To you, I say, listen to Mike Watt.
Last night at Market Street Pub, Mike Watt told a small crowd (Bill and I stood less than 5 feet away from him, Bill even got to hug him after the show) that we will make it through the next four years. He also told us to "start [our] own band, paint a picture, write a book" and that creativity is not something we have to get approval for from the government. What a great pep talk. What a great show. (The opening band was great, too. Bill and I both agreed that the first band to come to mind while listening to Dear + Glorious Physician was Talking Heads.)
I was in awe; I was renewed. Suck it up. We have a lot of work to do.
