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Dan Currie

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not what we have
but what we enjoy
constitutes our abundance

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We came, we ate, we conquered

My wife 😮‍💨

The band

The gang

Alfalfa

Alfalfa zoomed in

My wife 💍🤩

Dan was probably telling me a lie here

The inside band (they sang fireball by pitbul Mr worldwide) (it was a blast)

I was cold the napkin was my coat

I was still cold so I built a fortress of candles

Wife ate

A family discussion

Dan was offended

The Shu Shus 🥹 Stephen ate shit right before this

We incorporated feathers to the outfit, things went downhill from here

Pink and green

The bride 😌

Pov dan is your sleep paralysis monster

We accidentally ordered $120 worth of McDonald’s at 4am. It was a good night

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Congratulations to @jaelenbrockshuchart for getting the gang back together. & for getting married. Laissez les bon temps rouler 🍸my favorite part about the last picture is that it was taken in the Cats Meow #allnatural #didntgetaboobjob

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well well well if it isn’t a bunch of photos that I love from this summer

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Summer is over I am preautumnal

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5 years in New York fucking City

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My song “House My Home” is out now and I’m very proud of it. I wrote it in my church here in New York as red light was pouring through the stained glass onto the the piano I was playing.

Cover art by @dankcreates

For the video, Cam and Creed helped build this wall in my tiny Brooklyn apartment that we filled with pictures of my life. Then, on the hottest day ON PLANET EARTH, we lugged it up to my church and then down by the river. I had a 100 degree fever the day before and was coughing up mucus (ew!) between takes. We lost half the film footage and I got sick again after. Whatever, I love it a lot.

Stream it wherever you get your music 🩵

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A poem for my readers and some photos for my scrollers! ✨

Sunday Poem No. 1

My weeks are marked by juxtaposition: loud music and the roar of treadmills quickly replaced by soft sofas and tears held by tissues.
By courage, too.

Off the clock, I’m befriending loneliness while making friends, watching a big city become a small town.

Feeling both at home and homesick, somewhere between anonymous and known.

My Spotify suggests “optimistic cinematic sad boy” on Mondays,
“Hopeless romantic jazz cowboy” on Fridays, and usually I’m somewhere in between

deeply aware of both my ordinariness and the strange fact that I am the only Davidson Mobley, still wondering what I want that name to mean.

I’ve asked Alanis Morissette if it’s ironic that the most consistent part of life has been juxtaposition,

only to realize it’s actually
the faces and the spaces seen above.

Late winter slowly becoming spring, puffer coats being checked at a discotheque,

a quiet reminder that sadness and hope are just different ways of paying attention.

For what is a disco ball
if not shattered glass learning to make light of itself and sharing that light with others?

So I keep dancing, from treadmills to sofas, believing maybe, just maybe, I can do the same.

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did MUCH better with spanish this year than we did with french last year. moved cities and started a new job, got to cheer on friends as they did big things 🥹 kept writing and performing and getting more and more comfortable in my own skin. manifesting more big things this year—we’re saying yes and, becoming fluent in Spanish, hydrating, paying off debt, befriending the crows near my house, performing on bigger stages, etc etc etc ✨🐦‍⬛

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A very big year

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I turned 30 this past Sunday, and I shed so many tears of joy.

My beautiful wife reached out to many of my close friends and family and had them write letters for my birthday. She then hand-wrote 30+ messages on cards for me to read and cherish. Reading each one made me feel more seen, loved, and special than I ever have before.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to write a note and to all who wished me a happy birthday. The love I felt hit my heart in a way I will never forget.

I have always heard people say that true wealth is not defined by how much money you have, but by how much love surrounds you. I don’t think I truly understood that on an emotional level until this past weekend. What I experienced is hard to put into words.

I feel deeply blessed to experience 30 years of existence on this beautiful planet. These three decades have brought forth many emotions, but most importantly, love. I would not trade any of it, because it shaped me into the man writing this today.

Life is a wild adventure, and the first 30 years have been nothing short of incredible. I can’t wait to see what the next 30 hold. Regardless of what comes next, I already know one thing for certain.

I am a rich man. Rich in love. 🤍

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