It’s corny, I know – and I can’t possibly be the only one – but for the last couple of days I’ve been singing:
I’m goin’ to Kansas City / Kansas City here I come
As I type this, Shawn and I are in our car somewhere between home and the Folk Alliance International conference, which starts on Wednesday. We’re goin’ to Kansas City to perform an official showcase there, several late night showcases, and to gather and connect with others around the warmth of community and music.
In recent days, I have oscillated quite reliably between ‘excited-for-Christmas’ and ‘nervous-for-the-big-test’. We both did a lot of woodshedding, packing and repacking, and worked on preparing ourselves fully for this opportunity. Each movement a step on the path.
Then the inevitable questions bubble up. Not ‘Should we do this song, or that song?’ or ‘How are the tires?’ or ‘Should we leave Sunday or Monday?’ Nah, those questions had come and gone.
I’m talking about the truly important questions, like: ‘Do I have enough clean underwear and socks?’
As a wise person once pointed out, the journey of fifteen hundred miles begins with a single load of last minute laundry. Or something like that.
Whatever is on your itinerary, may all your socks and undies be clean and ready for the journey ahead!