September 22nd, 2021. Killing time.
We are experts at getting places early and finding inexpensive ways to be allowed to exist until it is our time to shine. Wednesday it was all about getting around
September 21st, 2021. The SPRING open mic w Jeff Miller.
A beautiful third open mic (the second one was hosted by Rowan Corbett whilst I was away running amok with Heather in NYC. Featured artist Jeff Miller took the stage
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September 20th, 2021. I’m okay.
We lost Warner Williams this morning and I’m trying to wrap my head around it. My head’s not wrapping well today. He was born in 1930 and I can’t comprehend
September 14th, 2021. New York, New York.
Driving up to New York City with Heather to perform at John Platt’s “On Your Radar” : the first of his programs to be back “in person” since March of
September 12th, 2021. Gettysburg Music and Wine Festival.
I’m up, I’m up. I haven’t been making particularly solid, wise choices regarding my sleep schedule for the past several days and so this morning, getting up at 8am for
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September 7th, 2021 at the SPRING.
Wow. So that was a beautiful night. Not as good as I’d hoped, not as bad as I’d feared, but in reality just about perfect. Relaxed enough that I felt
September 6th, 2021. Good gigs. Bad dreams.
Above – a dance party from Tuesday night’s show at Lena’s in Alexandria, VA. Joyous times betwixt the rains! September MIGHT kick my ass. In a good way I guess,
August 29th, 2021. The Acoustic Guitar Project.
For 10 years the Acoustic Guitar Project hath existed. It’s slowly expanded to it’s current form, with cities all over the world taking part. I’ve been aware of it for
August 28th, 2021. Forsooth, I am BOOF.
(above, I never really took a photograph of our audience, which is a shame, because they filled the hills – perhaps a hundred people, a fair number of which actually
August 26th, 2021. Diner.
Last night I dreamt I was in a diner. Not one I recognized, a pretty generic diner, but we were all grateful to be there. T’was me and the band