I was watching the city lights come up over Los Angeles dusk a few weekends ago, a childhood friend making homemade pizza from her Echo Park kitchen…

We blasted Chris Stapleton all weekend musing how we’ve traded in our Docs for cowboy boots and the old country sounds of back home. We can still finish a bottle of Cazadores by midnight, covering life and the passing of time.

That feeling of summer begging us, and crust just about done… Makes me pause, inspired by making time always, for good friends good music.

To Summer 2018,