Learning My Chords Over Again

A Reflection on Seeing Field Medic in NYC.

Photograph by me ❤

I’ve recently realized that how often I’m writing is directly attached to how often I’m seeing live music. Doesn’t even need to be good! I think we can all recognize how absurdly good it feels to dance in a sea of nicotine-addicted music goers. I get butterflies each time a musician makes eye contact with me at the barricade, even if they’re…