This doesn’t happen every weekend…

This doesn't happen every weekend. But wait, let's go back 24 hours because I'm about to do something I've never done. Premiere one of my most cherished collaborations in the two biggest music cities on the planet. The trip started by flying from Amsterdam to Nashville. After 18 hours of travel, nothing hits better than grabbing my bags and an ice cold drink. Let's do this. Checked into my hotel and wow. This room upgrade is insane. A peloton and jukebox. This place is next level. It was getting close to showtime, so after some prep, it was time for a quick dinner. Then down the road to the venue. This is the moment, Nashville, you're about to hear. My heart goes for the first time live. After hanging out in the green room, it was showtime. What a way to start the weekend. The next morning, with barely any sleep, it was straight to the airport for round two. Vegas, here we come. After a four hour flight, it was time to travel to the beautiful Fontainebleau hotel, check in and grab a quick bite to eat. I got some time to relax, and after working on my set, it was time to head to the venue. But no one showed up. Just kidding. It's sound check. It's not quite showtime yet, so I enjoyed dinner with some friends at Komodo. My set was moved 30 minutes ahead. Last minute. I didn't want to be late, so I headed right, right over. Tonight we're at live and my heart Goes is ready to be played. Las Vegas, you know how to party. Two shows, 48 hours, little sleep. Would I do it all over again? In a heartbeat. See you at the next one.