– I’m going to this jazz festival to sell my stuff today. A friend of mine booked a tent and he’s letting me have one of his tables (he sells jewelry too). Of course they are late.

– I went out with my boys last night, Gary and Roger. We went in the studio and had a jam session, and later went out for some beers. We met up with a bunch of other musicians and talked shop for the rest of the night. I felt so much in my element. I miss my guys, I don’t see them nearly often enough. They’ve been my best friends for over twenty years. I should really make an effort to see them more.

– I’ve been watching that show Underground. It’s good. Part of me is really tired of seeing Black people portrayed as slaves though. I know these are important stories to tell, but how does it help move us forward if we keep sticking to the same narrative? It’s not the beginning of Black people’s history. There were so many glorious, advanced African civilizations. Why can’t we ever tell those stories? Yeah you know why. Steupssssssss.

– I wonder sometimes if people think I’m full of it for identifying as Black. I’m mixed, very mixed, going back generations. Sometimes I feel like a fraud saying I’m Black. But what the fuck is mixed? It’s not a race. It says nothing. I dunno…