As tempting as it is to post #Fuck2017
and leave it at that, I realized what a cop-out that would be for me. It’s weird to think back and say: “yep, that was unquestionably the worst year of my life.” We teach our kids: it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game. If we lose, we focus on our love of playing. We ask ourselves what we can do better next time. And if we’re really doing it right, we honor the winners—even if we lose.
For all my friends who had a great year—congrats, and all my love. I sincerely hope next year is even better.
Looking past the obvious tragedies in my own life, this year wasn’t without things to be grateful for. We made lots of new friends. We finished and released a self-produced album that I love—our 5th album to debut at #1
on the Billboard top 200. We played a lot of great shows. I had countless warm and unforgettable moments with my wife, children, and friends. In the streets and online, I watched a great upswell of fellow minorities and “outsiders”—people who demanded to be heard, whose actions I hope only build over time.
And yes, 2017 was the worst. But I play for the love of playing. Let’s go up from here. I can’t say I won’t fall down, lose, or make mistakes. My only responsibility is to get back up, work harder, and try again.
Have a fun and safe night. See you tomorrow.