the last three days were very rewarding.
New Jersey -> Hartford -> Boston -> Hartford -> Boston -> New Jersey
That was 14 hours of driving in three days, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Music is what I do. Playing great music with great musicians, such as those in the Makanda Project, was always the dream. If I have to drive 14 hours to do that, great. This is what I signed up for.
I am back to doing what I love, but where shall I go from here? I don't know.
It's not up to me. It's up to other people. It always has been, and it always will be. Some people find reasons not to like me. Some people like who I am.
I don't know. I'm just a guy who plays the trombone. If my next gig is in a pasture playing for the cows, great. They need music, too.
Ambition was a part of my DNA at one point, but at this point, being able to play again, I'm just happy to be here. I'm happy to play for you. I hope that never changes.
"Let him be, man. Can't somebody smile?"