October 12th, 2014.
The last two nights have been rough. Great shows. Maybe rough BECAUSE they were so good? I just felt raw, like everything was on the surface – which frankly is
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
The last two nights have been rough. Great shows. Maybe rough BECAUSE they were so good? I just felt raw, like everything was on the surface – which frankly is
After the long sprint last night, after last-minute directional confusion due to an unbuilt bridge that the GPS thought was there, after arriving at our friend’s beautiful brand-new-to-them home here
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
I’m in one of the green rooms of the labyrinthine Moore Theatre listening to Dar Williams breathily practice for an upcoming appearance at a cabaret event for the hit cable
We’re leaving Seattle, finally heading east. When the day is done we’ll finally be a noticable distance off the West Coast. I’ll be able to look at a map and