Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
This may seem a weirdly personal post about my open mic, but it’s what’s in my head – plus it all DOES tie together… you’ll see. So here’s my brother
More…August 11th, 2022. My brother said it better. I’ve got an open mic.
Good morning world. This week was SUPPOSED to be exceptionally intense, but thanks to a canceled gig on Tuesday, that sort of broke the tension and the week has actually
Last night I had a dream that was funny right up until it wasn’t. I dreamt that I was at my mother’s house with Kristen and a bunch of musicians
August 11th would’ve been my father’s 75th birthday. I lost him to cancer 15 years ago. I miss him regularly. Today we drove up to Gettysburg, PA and played a
So our time in Virginia has been pretty idyllic. No small part of that is that this is my first visit to my friend Justin’s house. He’s been here for
Life’s like a movie, write your own ending, keep believing, keep pretending… no other way to be. Kermit had that right at least. You just sort of have to keep
Antje Duvekot is on the stereo and we’re listening and hurtling down … down whatever it is that we’re on. Up. Actually, we’re hurtling up I-71 headed back towards Columbus,
Ah, the world. It’s full of bureaucracy without which I’m sure we couldn’t survive in our current iteration, but all too often when you’re a little human just trying to
We watched “The Road” tonight with Viggo Mortinson and it was beautiful and heart-breaking and I watch people acting the part of having to try and feed the water to
Happy Father’s Day! I’m wishing my Dad was still around so I could send him some good wishes. I was imagining 12.01am and calling him and yelling “HAPPY FATHAH’S DAY
