March 26th, 2009.
Baltimore’s already nothing but a brief glow behind us, catching the clouds on fire and blending into the taillights of those headed East-bound in the rearview. Heather and I are
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Baltimore’s already nothing but a brief glow behind us, catching the clouds on fire and blending into the taillights of those headed East-bound in the rearview. Heather and I are
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
From a letter a friend wrote me: “I’ve been having some motivation issues related to music lately (you may have noticed). I was wondering if at some point when you’re
We drove into the sun to get here and now have the sun in our rearview as we rapidly depart. Frederick is apparently where the sun Lives. Heather and I
I think I’m appalled. I can’t decide if the terrorist attacks in Dubai are more or less appalling than the shooting in the Toys R Us and can’t decide if
Oh Heather, I miss you muchly. Susan’s driving and she’s a godsend, Rowan’s been rapping and it’s awesome. Susan thinks I’m text-messaging, but I’m sure she’ll be glad when she
A beautiful day in Louisville, KY. There’s been a lot of chaos over the past couple of days – Heather touring with Dar Williams, getting our webcasts set up, having
I Love my bathroom time. It is privacy, it is calm. Public restrooms are not generally my favourite places simply because of the lack of privacy and calm. Frenzied caffeinated
Julian says “Fight the good fight” – it’s what you say to the losing side. it’s a very, very small audience tonight – and a lot of people leave before
I’m sitting at Java Mammas, working my way through the completion of John Thayer’s CD artwork. It’s going to be awesome if I do say so myself – I just