All things take time..

Our worst years were these past 4 years. Yes, I’m talking to you. You. You and me. Me and You. I’m supposed to feel better now, and on some level I do, but on other levels, I think I have PTSD.

And then, this whole year, enduring the worst year of the ‘evers as the last year of suck. But enough on that, right? It’s over now, which could mean a new beginning. I set an intention on New Years’ to play drums more and that’s what I am doing, specifically in the month of February.

Tuesdays at The Hideaway Cafe in February 6:30 to 10p w Not From Here & Looshka.

Wednesday at The Mill (S. Tampa) February 10th, 17th 6 – 9pm w Not from Here

Saturday at The Mill (S. Tampa) February 20th 11a – 2pm w Not From Here – Brunch

Sundays at The Independent (St Pete) 3 to 6pm The Sunday Jazz Project w James Suggs

I have 2 songs I’m releasing and I am proud of them. They are almost finished. The first verse of ‘Hey My Love, the lyric came to me after reading the bible (on my phone) during quarantine back in April. The entire melody of End with you came into my head as I arrived to a solo gig at The Independent back in March, I had to stop the car grab my ukulele, and record what was in my head on to my phone. I wrote about 20 songs back then, I’m excited to look back and harvest some music from those lonely, cold AF homeless days for my next 2 song release. Probably will drop in a couple of weeks.

There is a lot to be thankful for, one is continuing to learn about yourself. Always changing, always learning. This time last year was surreal. I can’t even begin to explain. But I don’t think the explanation is needed here.

I hope to see you again. Yes, you. Only you.

Sandi

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