October 21st, 2008.
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
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
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 find politics disturbing. Theoretically, historically and geographically I’m blue. Sometimes I’m a little red. Sometimes I’m a lot more red – but most of the time I’m just horrified
Yesterday was a day of children in the store. I have a Love / Hate relationship with children – I tend to hate them in a gruff, rough and tumble
At the moment I’m sitting in a Starbucks, knowing I shouldn’t be, but my favourite independent coffeeshops are either way out of range or closed due to hideous fire damage.
Good morning, good morning. I’m early. Oh so early. I know this is a rare trait in a musician, but one that I treasure in people in general, even if
I’m liking our new habits. Thursdays are becoming my favourite days, filled with my favourite people, my favourite performers and my favourite coffee. Last night was our first topical songwriting
November 13th, 2018 For whatever reason, I didn’t really talk much about HMT’s move in the Journal the first time around – but as I’m going back through, well –
It’s a beautiful day to sit and type on the porch at Perk. I have good company and someone’s playing guitar and he’s got a Lovely voice. A Perk regular
A good farewell. Friday night I worked my way around a couple of my friends’ shows. I rarely get to go see other people’s music and even rarer is the