Small rooms, big nights

Some of my biggest nights have happened in the smallest rooms, and that order keeps surprising me. A pub back room with low ceilings and a tiny stage will sometimes give a song everything it needs and more.

In a small room, the audience cannot hide and neither can I. There is no PA blanket to hide behind. If I sing flat, everyone hears it. If I mean it, everyone feels it. The honesty has nowhere to go.

Big stages have their own joy, and I am grateful when they come. But the small ones are where I learn most. They keep me sharp. They keep me grateful. They remind me that the size of a room has very little to do with the size of a moment.