Dear friends, Merry Christmas!
I hope Santa Claus brings you a shiny new bike or whatever will make you smile, and if he doesn’t, you can sing along with me:
I have a private party to perform at tonight, and tons of things to do to get ready for next year. There are no presents for the naughty, and there’s no rest for the wicked, but there will be lots of music next year. See you soon!
Love,
SJ
Good morning!
Songwriting makes some mornings feel like Christmas. I wake up, and the first thing in my head is the song I was working on before I went to sleep, so I get right up and move straight to my guitar. It’s kind of like I remember asking Santa Claus for a bike for Christmas, and I was pretty good all year, so there’s a reasonable chance it’ll be there Christmas morning, but you never know, because sometimes Santa is a prick, but then you rush down and you see the shiny bike by the Christmas tree, and all is righteous in the world.
When I woke up and went straight to my guitar this morning and picked it up with a little anxiety that maybe I forgot what I was playing, but it all flowed right out, and it was still pretty good so I smiled and played it through a few times. Santa really deserves some credit though, it’s not even Christmas, and I haven’t been that good this year.
Thank you, SC!
Best,
SJ
