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Life, family, and music.
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Last month in Vietnam, I started The Postcard Club. The plan was simple: buy postcards from a local shop, write a handwritten note to each member, and mail them off. The problems began when I couldn’t find any postcards I liked. They all felt overly calendar-photo-y. So I thought, maybe I’ll just sketch a little
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My songwriting mentor passed away in 2019. He was one of the most successful songwriters of the last decade, writing and producing hundreds and hundreds of songs, many of which were number-ones. On the flight home from his private memorial service, I realized something. Not one person I talked to mentioned any of his hit
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Hi Jaime, Noah is friends with me, not the other way around! Joking, of course. I met Noah a month before his nineteenth birthday—before he could rock such a great beard. (Still, he had pretty good stubble.) It was December of 2015. He came to Nashville to work on songs for his debut album. My
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Hi Mark, Great question. Honestly, after reading your email, I searched “food” in my iPhone photos because only one restaurant immediately came to mind—and I thought, Really? That’s all I can think of? I’ll get to that restaurant in a second. But I also realized that during this trip, I haven’t ordered much for myself.
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That’s what I was doing when I overheard two guys talking in the men’s bathroom in my dorm hall. Aerospace students, dressed smartly with combed hair. “This is huge,” one of them said. I had just turned 20 at the University of North Dakota. After hearing them talk—about what I still wasn’t sure—I walked to
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