So I'm sitting in this very awkward, institutional-feeling cubicle at the San Francisco Airport while I write this.
What is this devotee of all things New York music doing on the west coast, you ask?
Actually, my journey is far from over. I'm about to board a flight for Sydney, Australia for a tour with the Princeton University Jazz Composers Collective.
It certainly has been a while since I wore my "musician writing about music" hat, rather than the "wannabe critic" hat. So instead of dropping all kinds of snark on others' music, I'm going to talk about my own music-making over these next 10 days.
Come back often for photos, funny anecdotes, and maybe some incisive analysis about cultural exchange in a wifi world.
Until then, I have a plane to catch.