NYC sometime in 2005.
Once upon a time I used to wear a kufi. I would make up fun reasons for why I wore it but the truth was I just liked it and I could be wearing almost anything and it kind of put me on the stage “mentally.” I could put it on and get to playing.
Some people didn’t like it, others hated. Some accused me of being attached to it as if I were an infant with a blanket. Others loved it and hated me a little when I stopped wearing it.
The thing is, everyone had an opinion. It was a great exercise in not caring what other people thought.