Yesterday, while driving back from a weekend away with my small family, I received a thread of frantic texts. They seemed urgent, so I had my wife read them to me. In summary: someone got sick, so I opened for George Ezra in Portland.
So yeah, my day took a random turn, and I ain’t mad at it. I woke up in Long Beach, WA, expecting to drive back to Portland, unpack our lives, and spend a relaxing, Netflix-and-chill Sunday evening with my wife. But best-laid-plans fail. Instead, I found myself pulling into town, hustling to sound check at a bucket-list venue I haven’t played before, and opening for a big-name artist whom I deeply respect.
There are times when I’ve opened for artists that I’ve never heard of before (or don’t think very highly of), but this was different. I truly look up to George Ezra, and I truly enjoy his music. In fact, there are only two songs that I cover that can be heard on modern radio—George Ezra’s Budapest is one of them. So this opportunity was heartfelt and special.
All things considred, it was a good Sunday that turned great.