November 3, 2020. Election Day Nightmares.
This actually won’t be a political post. I actually had nightmares last night. Apolitical nightmares. I know, I know. Shock. Two dreams. The first one, I think I was Living
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
This actually won’t be a political post. I actually had nightmares last night. Apolitical nightmares. I know, I know. Shock. Two dreams. The first one, I think I was Living
Today in the mailing list I had the following to say…. below I’m also going to think a little further on that because of COURSE I have further thoughts… but
Yesterday we played the first show at the Stage of Musical Traditions and as I back away and look at it all, this sure seems like what Dave Eisner meant
I Love the sound of the rain. I always have. I Love the feel of it. It’s an all over reminder that you’re covered in skin. A thorough reminder of
I hate politics, I truly do. Because I genuinely believe that you’ve got a bunch of people who have come to the conclusion that theirs is the only way forward
The shame is if you get the calling to spread your wings and flyAnd you approach the cliff, but then you back awayAnd from then on you wonder what it
I’m definitely having one of those mornings where I’m just… not… quite ready to be conscious. I don’t have a really good excuse. Even “waking up early for the plumber”
I’m re-reading Peter F Hamilton’s “Neutronium Alchemist” books. I think they’re called the Night’s Dawn Trilogy though I don’t see that written on any of the books that I own.
When I have nightmares I often feel very real pain, or wake up with that lung-squeezing terror that is so very physical, or the feeling of things and people pulling
More in a bit – but this weekend I got to stream a wedding for a friend, a flatpicking contest AND play an amazing show in Frederick, MD. Alright –