Thursday my friend Jess Slais surprised me with a ticket to Gregory Alan Isakov’s concert at the Ryman. His album, The Weatherman, was my go-to soundtrack last summer when I was going through a period of deep inner healing and growth, so this show felt sorta like the icing on the cake that I baked back there.
Gregory and Co. were sublime, but it was the opening act, Milk Carton Kids that left the deepest impression. Their songs are sweet and soulful a la Simon and Garfunkel, but in between their songs they had the crowd in stitches with the comedic commentary they weave into their sets. Sincerely funny fellas.
It was a good reminder of just how important it is not to take ourselves or our work too seriously. When we’re deep in the weeds it’s easy to forget that we’re all a bunch of talking monkeys stuck to a giant mudball that’s hurtling through space.
They say that humor is largely about pattern interrupts. Things are funny when they break with expected norms and inject radical novelty into the mix. Script flips tickle us.
Famed philosopher and psychonaut, Terrence McKenna, once said that at the apex of one of his more profound mystical experiences he perceived that when it all boils down, the Universe is basically one big Cosmic Giggle.
What feels heavy to you right now that could use a little injection of levity? Would zooming out to a wider perspective help you open up into funny new possibilities where you might feel stuck?
My super talented photographer friend Marti Rhea just pulled in the driveway. She’s here to shoot some new headshots and branding photos for me today, so I guess I better wrap this baby up. I have a feeling there will be plenty of laughter happening over here this afternoon!
Make this week magnificent!