March 30, 2010
When I am sick, I usually can’t sing through it. I know that opera singers are taught how to sing through a cold, but for me, when my throat is
February 19th, 2009.
Excerpts from letters to a friend: So, Thursday nights at home, I help run a weekly open mic I’ve mentioned to you before. We run a monthly songwriter’s challenge, also
January 27th, 2008.
When we are home, we have a tendency not to write much in the tour journal since we’re not on tour. But I always forget that, for our fans and
November 1, 2008 –Atlanta, GA
My birthday yesterday was spent as a hybrid of my life as I knew it and this strange new world I’ve been a part of the past three weeks. I
October 27, 2008 – Albuquerque, NM
I’m in the Flying Cup Café in Albuquerque eating the sort of bread that Susan’s bird, Karma, likes. This is the second of my two days off here before moving
July 4th, 2008.
I’ve been stopped up for writing, lately. I wrote a song about three months ago, but that’s been it. Not even something to work on since. I can’t, and shouldn’t,
April 16th, 2008.
“If you were immortal, I could understand your choices better.” I ran into the man who wrote that line, Brad Yoder, tonight at an open mic in Pittsburgh. I’d heard it
April 9th, 2008.
Still in Louisville, where the temperature is pleasant, but the rain will creep back into my world by nightfall. I feel for the people who live a few hours from
April 4th, 2008.
SO, there are likely coincidences and there are unlikely coincidences. When a couple walked up to rob and I in a crowded Asheville, NC, coffeehouse to ask directions because they
June 19th, 2007.
I’ve spent most of this trip sitting in Victoria Station in Putnam, CT, one of my favorite little towns, watching the same people go in and out that we’ve seen go