Ever had an idea that you spent so much time on only for an incredibly obvious problem to make itself known once you try executing said idea? That was this Phoenix trip. I had forgotten two very simple pieces of info:
It was the middle of July.
Phoenix is in the desert.
Despite all of this, I was able to get a lot of fun in. I met a man who had lost his wallet in the Pacific Ocean and now had to travel home on a Greyhound to receive his birth certificate from his aging mother. I think he’d make a great movie.
I felt like I was at my own church at the Musical Instruments Museum. So much of what I feel like I have been preaching seemed to be confirmed by many artists of previous generations. This should be a requirement in your visit.
I got to galavant around downtown Phoenix and see how people thrive in the land of high A/C bills.
I reunited with a friend (Nathan Reynolds, look him up) I hadn’t seen in maybe more than a decade, and I was reminded of how fun it is to see how you can find common ground through very different paths.
I joined in at the open mic at the Yucca Tap Room, seeing a lot of local talent. I was also reminded that just because you’re onstage doesn’t mean people have to listen to you. Sometimes you’re just playing for yourself. All in all, this was an educational experience and I don’t think there’s ever a reason to complain when you learn something new.
