March 31st, 2010.
I hear the sun is coming. It flirted with our skins briefly while I was loading the car this morning, and then it ducked away again. Now we’re driving through
March 30, 2010
When I am sick, I usually can’t sing through it. I know that opera singers are taught how to sing through a cold, but for me, when my throat is
March 30th, 2010.
Great open mics. Last night at Sully’s Pub in Hartford, tonight at the Space in Hamden. After all these years (almost 7 years of traveling!) I still Love open mics,
March 29th, 2010.
Well, I’ve got to admit that the weekend’s been rough. A number of gigs that by rights should’ve been fantastic have been fiscally dismal and the rain’s beginning to conquer
March 26th, 2010.
Contrary to the forecast, we’ve got a beautiful sky, streaked with white, distant mountains beckoning. Something is smiling on us for the moment. An amazing show perpetrated last night, the
March 19th, 2010.
Yesterday, I battled with technology and lost. I started off losing to the new Tapco Firewire interface I’d purchased, fighting with it for two hours before finally not using it
March 15th, 2010.
My fingers are freezing. We haven’t seen the sun in what seems like weeks and my body’sgot the lethargy of slow, sluggish, glutinous, cold blood. It stiffens every part of
March 13th, 2010.
It’s always frightening to be reminded of the strata of our world. The amazing musicians who could be big… if only they were prettier. The strangeness of speaking to a
March 12th, 2010.
We often travel under silver light. It’s a talent, to come and go in the rain, to load and unload in the mist. Usually we can get things in and
March 7th, 2010.
Life’s definitely divided at this moment: BAD GOOD really frakkin tired coffee’s on the brew out of old coffee that i liked in with new coffee from Panama word Panama