03 March - Victoria morning
These clean, pressed, white sheets are delicious, luxurious even as I sprawl out on the queen sized bed, surrounded by pillows. It’s too early: 6:30 am and I only went to bed at 2am. But the sun is rising over the ocean harbor and the view from our hotel room is so stunning, that despite the heavy fatigue pulling on my body, I don’t want to close my eyes. Victoria.
By 7:30am, I yield and get out of bed, sneaking out of the room without waking Sam, so I can spend a few minutes on the harbor, absorbing the beauty of the morning before we have to get up and depart for the ferry. I go down to the water—it’s calling me. It wasn’t so long ago that this was on the route of a daily morning jog when I lived out in Victoria, and it’s with a deep nostalgia that I return.
Okay, I know, I know. You’re sick of hearing about the hotels, but I’m very grateful to Great Canadian Hotels. From coach surfing to truffles on the pillow!
The shows in Vancouver and Victoria were so fun! We had great audiences at the Railway Club, and it’s always a pleasure to play a venue with such a history—hard not to feel a bit reverent considering the great acts that have traveled through.
Sam at Cafe Deux Soleils, Vancouver
When we arrived in Victoria, the schedule was feverish. Had to explore my favorite parts of the city for a couple hours and hang out with Allen Dobb, a fabulous artist living on the island. Our conversation is beautiful, and it feels great to connect with some friends from the coast. So many parallels in our journey, our reading, our experiences that it’s not difficult at all to reconnect and feel as though it was only yesterday when we last saw each other.
Sam and I head to Village 900 for a radio interview and meet Taylor and Doug, the music director. I’m starting to realize a pattern: within only a few minutes of meeting, Doug and I are neck deep in a stirring conversation about avoiding the “shoulds” and “have tos” of life. Just a little philosophy before the show. As we warm up, I ask Sam what he learned today, and am given an enlightened response: Some things quiet the mind, but awaken the heart. Seems the ferry ride had a profound effect on my sideman.
On this adventure, I’m paying close attention to conversations and words and faces. Each person, each brief chat, each encounter is a clue, a puzzle, an opening to the next grand escapade.
At Hermann’s Jazz Club that night, we had a great turnout, especially for a Monday. Sam is surprised with a whole crew of friends, Miss Emily Brown opens the night with a fantastic set, and a few other friends, fans and wanderers make the night magical. The night rolls us on over to the mint for a glass of wine before Sam and I check in, which brings us back to this luxurious bed and clean white sheets, that I leave behind for more adventure in Vancouver.
By 7:30am, I yield and get out of bed, sneaking out of the room without waking Sam, so I can spend a few minutes on the harbor, absorbing the beauty of the morning before we have to get up and depart for the ferry. I go down to the water—it’s calling me. It wasn’t so long ago that this was on the route of a daily morning jog when I lived out in Victoria, and it’s with a deep nostalgia that I return.
Okay, I know, I know. You’re sick of hearing about the hotels, but I’m very grateful to Great Canadian Hotels. From coach surfing to truffles on the pillow!
The shows in Vancouver and Victoria were so fun! We had great audiences at the Railway Club, and it’s always a pleasure to play a venue with such a history—hard not to feel a bit reverent considering the great acts that have traveled through.
Sam at Cafe Deux Soleils, Vancouver
When we arrived in Victoria, the schedule was feverish. Had to explore my favorite parts of the city for a couple hours and hang out with Allen Dobb, a fabulous artist living on the island. Our conversation is beautiful, and it feels great to connect with some friends from the coast. So many parallels in our journey, our reading, our experiences that it’s not difficult at all to reconnect and feel as though it was only yesterday when we last saw each other.
Sam and I head to Village 900 for a radio interview and meet Taylor and Doug, the music director. I’m starting to realize a pattern: within only a few minutes of meeting, Doug and I are neck deep in a stirring conversation about avoiding the “shoulds” and “have tos” of life. Just a little philosophy before the show. As we warm up, I ask Sam what he learned today, and am given an enlightened response: Some things quiet the mind, but awaken the heart. Seems the ferry ride had a profound effect on my sideman.
On this adventure, I’m paying close attention to conversations and words and faces. Each person, each brief chat, each encounter is a clue, a puzzle, an opening to the next grand escapade.
At Hermann’s Jazz Club that night, we had a great turnout, especially for a Monday. Sam is surprised with a whole crew of friends, Miss Emily Brown opens the night with a fantastic set, and a few other friends, fans and wanderers make the night magical. The night rolls us on over to the mint for a glass of wine before Sam and I check in, which brings us back to this luxurious bed and clean white sheets, that I leave behind for more adventure in Vancouver.
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