About to board my flight to London. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to run to catch a flight, but here I am with time to spare so I thought I’d let you know what’s on my mind. Briefly…because I really am about to board.
I got my hair cut RIGHT before taking a cab to the airport. I’m travelling with a laptop bag, a guitar, a large suitcase and equally large painting (which United made me check for a pretty penny). My bag was too heavy so I took out a picture which I (painstakingly/poorly) matted and framed last night for my friend Alex. It’s a picture of us together the last time I was in London in 2011. She and I went to high school together in Brussels, and she’s one of the brightest, funniest most beautiful people I know. I’m glad I’m carrying around this unnecessarily large 8x10 frame, because whenever the airport starts to stress me out I just look at her lovely face and it reminds me that there’s nothing to be frantic about.
Airports bring out the worst in people so I’m going to try not to be one of those people today. I’m looking forward to London. Partly because I love Europe and partly because I’m going to get to see old friends, but also because this feels like the beginning of a unbelievably important year.
At the same time, I’m already exhausted thinking about it. A few days in London, followed by a couple at home, some practicing in LA, a hop over to DC and then touring for the foreseeable future. It’s a lot to take in. And I’ve never toured without Jack before, so that’s going to be interesting. It’s cheesy to say but he really is my rock in a lot of ways, so it’s daunting to look ahead at this next year and know that I won’t be with him nearly as much as I’d like to be.
Another daunting thing is interviews…which is primarily what awaits me in London. Yes, it’s wonderful to have people interested in the album, but I’m painfully aware of the fact that I don’t know nearly as much about the music industry as the people asking the questions. Jack gave me some good advice in the car on the way here. He believes in being frank and not trying to fake knowledge (which is exactly what they teach you NOT to do in school. Pretend like you read the book! It’ll be fine!). If you don’t listen to much new music, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you don’t know anything about plug-ins or microphones or guitar strings, who gives a fuck? Just say so and move on.
Well, it’s time for me to go. See you on the flip side.