It's bad timing and amazing timing all at once, really.

Jamie texts and asks to swing by when I am deep in the throes of working on a new song, and there only a very small handful of people who could interrupt me when I'm on a roll like this. One of them is out to dinner with some colleagues, and the other is knocking on the door right now.

"Come in!" I call out from where I'm sitting on my closed piano with an acoustic guitar in my lap and a pencil behind my ear, hair pushed back with an elastic headband. When Jamie walks through the door, I play a little riff on my guitar and smile warmly at him. "Ciao, bello."