It is Christmas in 1906, and most people are enjoying dinner at home with family and friends. However, you have recently arrived to Claremont, and are facing a new year filled with immense promise in this little town that is just one year away from incorporation as a city.
Perhaps you are a Pomona College student away from home for the holidays or a professor who has just joined the faculty.
Last night we played to about 500 people in Bristol, England. From the stage I can see people singing along to our songs; during the better-known numbers, I can hear them, too, all joining together to sing things I wrote. It’s an incredibly rewarding and validating feeling, and it happens night after night—not every night, all tours have their ups and downs—but often enough that I try to make a point to stop and reflect on it at least once a day. It’s a blessing, a huge honor and privilege.