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The SPARK w Broommaker.
We do this every Tuesday, with or without me, at the SPARK at School of Musical Traditions (7112 Willow Ave., Takoma Park, MD). Signup before we get started at 7pm, randomized list. Tis the best free night of entertainment in Takoma Park on a Toosday in my opinion. House piano, webcast, 2 songs or 10…
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The Music City Open Mic.
Heather showing up in the latter half of the night went a long way towards making this a Lovely night. She was on her way home from her family’s Father’s Day gathering and brought unto me one of my favourite things: homemade lemon bars! Especially since (once again) the kitchen at Morsbergers was a dark…
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Dissolving Castine.
I’m listening back to the recording from Sunday night and I wish I could relive the night from the audience. Dan Blakeslee was (contrary to the way I usually tell the tale) my GIRLFRIEND’S RA in our freshman year of college and I was confused and smitten and crushed and reincarnated on a regular basis…
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Bad dreams.
Listening to Skribe in the background, I got up and worked out the kinks in my body – though I wouldn’t say I actually worked out – I ain’t sweaty enough for that. It’s been a quiet couple of days here on Cape Cod, but I’m up alone this morning and it’s just me and…
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Make Me a Disney Princess.
Achievement unlocked: I have touched a chipmunk. More accurately, a chipmunk has touched me. This morning I’ve managed to hurkle durkle on the front steps, which is not technically hurkle durkling as I wasn’t under the covers, but I WAS simply lounging on the steps long beyond when I technically SHOULD, simply listening to the…
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Be Safe Out There, Sailors.
Yesterday should’ve been an excellent day. Right from the get-go Heather found a turtle and I fed it a tomato. We spent some time with our excellent host as we dropped her off at the ferry. Kristen took me on a scenic train ride. We had ice cream at a place that was nostalgic to…
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The Ministry of ilyAIMY.
“Thank you for welcoming me into your ministry”. I think that’s one of my favourite compliments I’ve ever received. The audience last light seemed to feel like we’d welcomed them into something spiritual, and in my high-minded moments, I’d agree. I’d like to think the music we create is salving souls if not solving problems,…
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Bidazed and Confused.
So far on this trip, we’ve been encountering numerous bidets. Bidet-owners always remark that they don’t know how they’d Live without them, and I always sort of fear that they look at me and think “you… you are UNCLEAN – I’ll be BURNING my couch”. The toilets are all strangely warm, like they’ve been sitting…
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Another Day One.
That’s what I get. That’s what I get. I’m just over 24 hours and 420 miles away from home and it’s good to be OUT, but the madness of the traffic of the Boston suburbs make me almost miss home already. Almost. We drove north yesterday, staying with an old friend and her angry dog…
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Ratspike.
Between John Blanche and Ian Miller, I don’t think they ever DID decide which one was Spike. I’ve held a lot of artists and musicians as influences, inspirations – as formative forces in my Life. But I haven’t MET a lot of my heroes. I’ve always been shy. I don’t chase autographs or put myself…