Wear the hat, don’t wear the hat, enough with the hat

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.