Years in the Making – My Questions for Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life

No amount of coffee in the world could get people as buzzed as they were this week when the new Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life trailer premiered.

Like many, my love for those Gilly Girls runs deep. I was too young to watch the show when it first aired, but the years since its cancellation have been filled with rerun marathons on my boxed set, and more recently, the beauty that is Netflix.

I can recite almost any episode that you put in front of me, and have strong feelings about Dean vs. Jess. I despise Logan with a fiery passion, and don’t even get me started on the chaos that was season seven. With my longstanding love for Stars Hollow, it is only natural that I have my fair share of questions for the latest Netflix reboot.

Are there any new Gilmore Girls added to the clan? 
Ten years have passed since the last episode aired, giving plenty of time for one of the leading ladies to have a kid. Did they? Are there more Gilmore Girls in the world that we have yet to hear about? Lorelai was wearing an “I’m With Human” sweatshirt in the trailer…

What is Paris up to?
While not an official “Gilmore Girl” Paris has always been my favorite character. Whether she was aggressively collecting community service hours or taking over the Yale Daily News, Paris was always passionate and dared to be in charge. I can only imagine the type of life she has built for herself by now.

Will Jess show up, and stay around?
Jess Mariano has a way of stealing every episode that he graces. Will we be lucky enough to have this great bad boy stick around for more than just one episode, or will he bolt as soon as he appears, much like his stints on the regular seasons?

What’s the Town Troubadour singing? 
No doubt the best townie in Stars Hollow, I can only hope that the Town Troubadour is back and singing the latest hits by James Bay and Meghan Trainor.

The questions continue – Will Lorelai marry Luke? Will Rory find success? Will Kirk finally settle on a steady career? Only time will tell, but one thing is for certain, I will be glued to my tv on November 25th.


A Big Inspiration


While being a writer means that you are responsible for creating your own uniquely interesting work, being a great writer means feeding off of those that influence you.

As a songwriter, that means diving into the collections of the greats, the unknowns, and sometimes even just your next door neighbor. Musicians are responsible for finding those people that influence them as artists, and running with the spark that that inspiration provides.

For me, my torch of inspiration has been lit by none other than Brandy Clark.

Brandy Clark writes real country music. She writes songs that make you angry, make you laugh, and make you wonder how you ever lived this long without her witty charm and sly smile.

Brandy Clark is the type of writer that I aspire to be. She takes simple melodies and turns them into orchestras of emotion. Simply put, she is a storyteller.

Brandy’s stories capture what it means to live an honest life full of twists in a world that seems to be falling apart and through our own fingers. Laced with banjo and steel guitar, Brandy’s music makes the lonely into a community, and the rising stars into humble peers.

I can’t often honestly say that I love every single piece that any given musician has created, but with Brandy, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t mind listening to her songs on repeat every single day for the rest of time.

Check out my cover of Brandy’s Big Day in a Small Town HERE.

A Night At The Ryman



The Wild Feathers played The Ryman.

The show was incredible. The music was soul-stirring. The atmosphere was electric.

If you know me, you know that I love The Wild Feathers. This band has held a special place in my heart ever since that night in Columbia, MO a couple of years ago when they tore the roof off of The Blue Note with Backwoods Company. A not-so-typical rock band, The Wild Feathers mix poetic lyrics with infectious energy, creating a truly magical musical experience that cannot be rivaled.

I bought my ticket to see this show a good five or six months ago. Who would have thought back then that it would be exactly the right prescription to fix the dreadful weeks I would be enduring mid-June?

In the midst of an apartment flood that lasted a good three weeks, a night at The Ryman watching and listening as the dreams of my favorite band came true was exactly what I needed.

For three and a half hours, I was able to forget about the construction and damaged personal items, and was able to just breathe in the beauty of a sold out historic house sing Left My Woman back to the band that has given us all so much.

I was able to put the ever-growing to-do list of repairs to the back of my mind, and just let the beauty that is live music overtake my world for a night. I wasn’t thinking about the Uber ride back to my wrecked place, or the nightmare of dealing with insurance. With the lights low and amps high, I was able to disappear into a different world. One where all that mattered was right then, right there, with an incredible band making history.

This past Saturday night at The Ryman was a light at the end of a dark tunnel known as my June. It reminded me that, in the midst of so much bad, there is also so much good.

To many, I’m sure that evening was just another concert at The Mother Church, but to me, that show was everything I could have ever needed, and a night I will never forget.