One Night, One Room

On September 20, we filled a small venue in Brooklyn with candles, close friends, and people I had only ever met through messages and comments.

There was no big production. Just a piano, a guitar, and a setlist that changed twice before the doors opened.

The Moments I Will Keep

Hearing the whole room sing the chorus of Little Fires back to me is something I will never forget. I had to stop for a second just to take it in.

We also played a new song for the very first time. Your reactions told me it was ready to be finished.

Thank You

To everyone who came, listened, and stayed after to share their stories: thank you. Nights like this are the reason I write.