I’m out and downstairs at St Marks and The Thin Man at this cool little listening room, The Ubisububi Room. I’m surrounded by folks drinking hot chocolate and cucumber vodkas, smell a faint whiff of patchouli (or is it pot?)…the walls are covered with gorgeous rugs. My friend Sean Morse (whom I am co-writing with these days) hosts a little open mic here on Monday nights and we’re going to do our two new co-writes tonight. Shows are fun, but I really find inspiration in these settings where people pour out their hearts for no reason other than the love of art…no money involved. It’s like fuel for my musical soul.