I Live Here Now
On March 4th (the day of the year that exhorts you to do something), I moved to Rochester, NY. I rented an apartment without having seen it, or having spent any time in Rochester since Shelly Berg and I did a gig here many years ago. “Long story short,” it was an impulse.
I love it here. When I was in a coffee shop near the Eastman School of Music, waiting to have lunch with my friend Mark Watters (Mark and his wife Vanessa have been here since he started teaching at Eastman the year before last), I told the woman next to me that I was moving to Rochester. “You’ll like it,” she said immediately. “It has the culture of a big city, but it’s a small one. And that’s true.