1100 miles of gossip, snowstorms, music and snacks to end up in Memphis, our first major stop on the way to New Orleans. While lost in Memphis today we stumbled into Sun Studios for a tour of the birthplace of rock & roll recordings by Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, and Jerry Lee Lewis (among many others). I like getting lost.
Sometimes the recipe for a perfect summer day in New York requires one thousand other like-minded people who want to let their hair down and dance. Last Sunday I joined the masses on the Williamsburg Waterfront to wild-out at the Cut Copy show. I got to meet up with some old friends, drink, dance and bask in the feeling of freedom that should accompany the summer season.
I’ve been working/worrying way too hard the last month. Summer needs to feel more like this:
