April 6th, 2010.
Is it good to be home? It is good to be back IN my home. Maryland? Well, I could shove my home in a bunch of different places and be
November 12-15, 2005
Ah, to be the hero of half-empty small town bars, or to fight for attention in mid-time music halls? It’s the age-old question: is it better to be the big
August 1st, 2005.
Wow, the last couple of days have been a roller coaster for moods and for optimism and pressure-cooker angst. After Thursday night in Putnam I was pretty much on top
July 26th, 2005.
I’m sitting in a coffeehouse in Windsor, CT. The Lovely Centre Coffee Bar of fame and our meagre fortune has an air conditioning problem and we’re singing encouragement to the
May 1st, 2005.
Happy May Day. Amy’s mix CD is guiding us home through the rain, to a tiny house in the woods of Connecticut on family land. She is our lady of
April 27th, 2005.
It’s the other one. Yes, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but with the being at home and the caring for personal business, I didn’t feel like
April 26th, 2005.
Oh my God. The Centre Coffee Bar’s open mic is one of the most fantastic nights of music and voices and PEOPLE (and interestingly leather-worked guitar artisanry) that we’ve been
December 19th , 2004.
So, we’re headed home. I-83 stretches ahead of us, but only a moderate distance. I-83 is a road with an end, and I have no fear of it. And snow