Since I was a kid, building my own house has been a dream of mine. At the time I think it just seemed like something cool to do or maybe I aspired to be an architect. The work, stress, and time that it would eventually entail was nowhere near what I expected.
The text read, “I recommended you to be an ADDYs judge in St. Louis this year.” Designer extraordinaire, Joseph Hughes, had judged the year before.
Cheyenne wasn’t on my radar, but neither was Cleveland. After finishing ad school in Atlanta, I had grand plans of living in NYC for a couple years, then jetting off to L.A. for another couple, then perhaps Minneapolis or maybe even London.
I sat down to write a blog post to reflect on Edge Fest 2017, and as I did, I thought about how important this music event has become to me, to the Warehouse peeps, and to the community.
If you had asked me 5 years ago if I wanted to join a marketing networking association, I would have probably chuckled.
There’s no campfire here, but there is a story being told. Not in words, but in paint on an old brick wall; not unlike the tales told by brushstrokes in ancient caves, inviting us to gaze at the images until they seem to shimmer and move.
