The pulse of Manhattan—my feet so comfy below 2nd Ave, East Village escapes me now walking in heels up the narrow stairway to the balcony of the famous Spotted Cat on Frenchman.

My New Orleans jazz guitarist, leading us during set break to watch the start of Carnival brewing alongside full moon magic. It really is the juxtaposition of travel, the astral projection into something new.

Experience keeps us awake, alive to the humanity around us, urging us to pay way more attention. To be free, and roll with it, baby, just roll…

Don’t Let ‘Em Bring You Down.