It’s been a minute since I wrote one of these… Stuff got a little busy, a little hectic, so Jack took up the cause. I’m back for today though, we’ll see if it lasts. It was just that we spit these out so often at this point it gets tough for me to write about every one of them, but I had a great memory from the Wesley Bright session, so I figured I’d step back in and see where it goes.

We were in Cleveland, down by the river, it was very hot and had been a very long day. I was sitting in a folding chair next to the merch table and a young family sat down beside me and we started chatting. Their son must have been no older than a few months, he had little whales on his shirt, and his mother said that he liked “old timey music, like Wesley.” We were doing a food-demo thing for a sponsor and so Wesley and his band were tuning up for an extended period of time. It was the kind of heat out that isn’t awesome, and the kid was expressing his distaste for that heat in the best way that a baby knows how, he was getting cranky. So the mom was starting to lean the way of wanting to leave before the music started. Then at what seemed like her breaking point, the horns started up and sure enough the little fella perked up and got to smiling and shaking his little baby tail.

Now I suppose this could be a metaphor. Or it could just mean that Wesley Bright is as cool as cool can be. I myself have never been a huge fan of finding metaphors in life. There’s not enough time in the day to write them all down…