My Martini
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My Martini

I’m very precise about how I like my martini. I let the server know that if it doesn’t meet my specifications I will send it back. I’m not a bitch about it, it’s just a matter of fact. I wasn’t always so picky when drinks were 10 bucks. But now that they’re $25 I think I should get exactly what I want.

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Freeze
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Freeze

I will always love music and make music and listen to music and crave music and believe music changes minds and hearts. I will always be a songwriter but being a songwriter doesn’t completely define me. And so I’ve wondered if I have earned the space to write about other stuff. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Paul
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Paul

It wasn’t quite right but it’s just a blip at nearly the end of what will be 60 years+ of an unfathomable body of work from a beloved human. Didn’t he earn the space to come out and give us what he’s got without judgment?

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FireAid Meets Grammys
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FireAid Meets Grammys

Many recent parties and celebrations were understandably cancelled out of respect for the grief of the people effected by the LA wildfires. But the showing up of countless iconic stars for FireAid, which raised 60 million dollars, was a godsend. And the choice to move forward with a Grammy night that never lost sight of LA strong was hopeful, uplifting and healing. I’m glad they did it.

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Cruising
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Cruising

I’m grateful beyond to have these opportunities to pull back a curtain and share what it is to be a songwriter. Whether on land or in this case at sea. To try to explain that our most favorite state is in that zone when everything but whatever it is you’re writing …  simply disappears. It’s magical. 🛳 🐠 🌊 🎶

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Survivor’s Guilt
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Survivor’s Guilt

When I walked outside at 5AM this morning the sky above the mountains — usually crystal clear — was a milky gray. But everything else in my yard was pretty much in its place. The lights were still strung, Buddhas still standing, hammock still hanging, wind chimes still chiming. Why me?

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Confessions.