I worked Frank Turner’s Lost Evenings Festival in Camden last week. Despite chronic pain, chronic fatigue, jet lag, and seasonal allergies from hell – I somehow survived.
There’s too much to process still. Too much to smile about, and remember. I can’t believe this is my life, and this is my job. I can’t believe I get to live out my dreams, working with artists I completely adore, with some of the greatest people I have ever known.
To quote Ducking Punches, “we had all the attention, god damn, it nearly killed us.”