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On following the White Rabbit... Part 1

A few weeks back I ended up here:

This is me and Michael Franti chilling on his tour bus after his show at the Greek Theater in the Hollywood Hills. No Big šŸ˜±

Above is a photo of me and singer-songwriter and beautiful human Michael Franti kicking it on his tour bus. Yes, this Michael Franti:

If you didnā€™t watch the video, you probably recognize him and his music because itā€™s everywhere. The way Bill Witherā€™s music is everywhere. His uplifting baritone is in our pop-cultural water.

How did I end up here? I kinda wonder that myself. If I were to sum it up it would be ā€œitā€™s important to have a sense of adventure.ā€

The real story is a bit longer. Strap in.

A few weeks back I performed a set at the Marriott hotel in Torrance, CA. Itā€™s exactly how it sounds: a hotel lobby gig. Flight crews on furlough, business-class patrons sipping on cocktails or eating hotel bar food; itā€™s a pretty low-key gig. I was wrapping up my set, I ended with a song Iā€™ve been covering for almost 20 years: Sunday Morning by Maroon 5.

For my last couple of bars, I see a gentleman walk in with a drink in hand and have a seat and heā€™s got that energy. If youā€™re a gigging musician you know the energy: heā€™s a fellow musician. Heā€™s enjoying, but heā€™s studying like a college professor watching his favorite show talk about a math problem heā€™s far too familiar with and heā€™s ready to poke holes.

He asks me ā€œwhat do you think of that guitar?ā€ Itā€™s not lost on me that heā€™s wearing a Gibson hat and Iā€™m playing a Fender guitar. For normies, this is a potentially loaded question as these two brands are very old guitar companies and compete with one another in almost every way, their rivalry can be cultish. While I know this Iā€™ve been blessed with the ability to act oblivious in nearly every situation. Just ask my partner as sometimes I do this for fun about really obvious things and she still falls for it 14 years into our relationship, and sheā€™s hardly gullible. Sorry, babe, if you read this šŸ’œ. I promise I only use this power for teasing her and when I wish to de-escalate tense situations.

Iā€™m pretty sure I answered him by saying ā€œitā€™s not that great a guitar but itā€™s perfect for what I do. I literally could not perform the way that I do without it.ā€

He agreed and mentioned that heā€™d never heard it sound better. He mentioned he loved the guitar since its release and had a lot of admiration for the team of people that designed it and thought it was super clever and innovative. Thatā€™s when he introduced himself as JC. Yes, that JC:

In case you didnā€™t watch the video, the description reads ā€œFormer Gibson CEO JCā€ā€¦

Wild. The guitar weā€™re talking about is my beloved Fender American Acoustasonic Telecaster:

Yes, thatā€™s me. Yes, I still exclusively play this guitar for every single gig. Yes, itā€™s still perfect for what I do.

Thatā€™s when he asked me my story and about my music. I told him where I grew up and he laughed and mentioned something about not many folks probably looking like me, which was true, especially the nerdy, artsy-type that had musical aspirations. But I mentioned my ambition to use music as a way to unite people in love and hope.

Thatā€™s when he mentioned his friend Michael Franti. Of course he knows Michael Franti. He mentions Michael is performing this weekend at the Greek and invited me and my partner on a whim to come back stage, meet Michael, his family, eat and break bread with all of them.

Perfect! Except the show was Friday. The day JC and I met was Wednesday evening. I was supposed to be leaving for the airport at 4:30am the next morning to visit family with my partner and my 9 month old kiddo! Yikes!

I asked for some time to be able to talk it with my partner, but that I couldnā€™t make any promises, and Iā€™d get back to him. He asserted his seriousness, we exchanged numbers and I packed my stuff into my car. JCā€™s a cool dude. Conversations with him are easy, maybe too easy as I looked at the clock and realized weā€™d been talking for close to an hour and a half AFTER my gig.

I hopped in the car and had two jobs: apologize for being late getting home and not texting, and beginning to broach the topic of us staying or moving the trip so that I could have this opportunity.

My partner shut me down pretty quick and that was fine. I said ā€œokayā€ and for the sake of the rhythm of this story, she eventually agreed and we moved some things around to make it happen. What can I say, my partner is the real rockstar.

We moved out to Los Angeles without her ever having been out here for me to make the exact connection I was making: an industry connection with other industry people. because of all the weaknesses I have, knowing people who are movers and shakers is probably my biggest setback. I know engineers, tech bros, non-profit compassionate weirdos, educators, researchers galore, but I know zero musicians from growing up.

Next time: Iā€™ll write about the show itself!

Yours,

Reverend Doctor