Where should we start? Start at the beginning, of course.

I had just moved back to Connecticut after college. All I wanted to do was see friends, and play music, and contemplate the great things I was going to do with my life. Looking to conquer my intense stage fright, I decided to play my songs at a warehouse show in New Haven, Daggett Street. I think it was fun? I was 90% bubbling nerves, but I remember meeting a boy outside who just struck me in a funny way. He was incredibly gregarious and good-natured. I found him in a full-on existential debriefing with a homeless man that had just happened to wander near the show looking for cash. I thought, this boy is different. I’m intrigued so I join the conversation.

The next month, I found myself in New Haven again at a house show, The Panty Haus. As I’m walking in, I have to pass through a thick of bodies drinking on the front porch. I hear this gregarious and good-natured man tell an off-color joke. Being the new kid in town again, I wanted to make conversation and meet people. So I did the only thing I could think of, I called him out. Rising murmurs.

“[some forgotten response] …. It’s Caleb”

“Oh, we’ve actually met before.”

That night, Machine Gun Wolf played. I was so excited to have found local people making music I liked. After the set was done, I told them so. We swapped liquid courage and all danced together for the next band - limbs catching and releasing.

Accommodations

The Simsbury Inn

Residence Inn Hartford Avon

Avon Old Farms Hotel

Simsbury 1820 House