At 1:30 in the morning, I'm trundling a dolly full of heavy gear to the back end of the Downtown Disney parking lot while carrying my bass in the other hand. The night was plagued with equipment failures: tuner, mic, buzzing amp. But in spite of it all, we managed to pull off two great sets for an appreciative audience. And I can't remember when I've had more fun playing than the last two nights at the House of Blues Kitchen.
Looking up at the strange gibbous moon in a clear Florida sky, all I can think about is how lucky I am. I get to do something very few people in this world will ever have a chance to experience. I get to put a smile on someone's face or a dance move in someone's feet playing music I love with people I enjoy. And then drive home past palm trees with the sweet night air blowing in the window. For most people, just being here is a vacation they save for years to enjoy. For me, it's daily life.
That's living the dream. That's following your bliss. That's something to be very, very grateful for.
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