September 24th, 2020.
My guitar’s been in the shop. Or rather the shoppe. I just picked it up and was pleasantly surprised by the experience. Catonsville has about half a dozen places to
September 12th, 2020. I Heard the Hurtling herds.
I’m disappointed in you. All of you. Letting Facebook ruin your Lives. I’m disappointed in me. Whether it’s chasing body image and FOMO or the spectacular devolution of critical thinking
September 19th, 2020. Oops.
Radicalization and anti-science cult-think has always been around. Whether it’s parents teaching their kids homophobia and racism and religion or it’s the weird kid in the basement publishing zines and
September 21st, 2020. Oh What a Dream I Had.
Last night was difficult. First was the cricket. Then the owl. Actually, I’m unclear as to which came first. The cricket or the owl. But then there was the Cockney
Sept. 20, 2020 – All My Friends Are Pen Pals
It used to be when someone moved to a new state, I could promise a visit sooner than any other friend could make it out, touring as I do. One
September 13th & 20th, 2020. The Takoma Park Folk Festival.
Many thanks to Gordon Nimmo-Smith who edited the videos of the newly recorded footage, and to Robin Stearn, the festival Chair who pushed us to make it all happen. Below
More…September 13th & 20th, 2020. The Takoma Park Folk Festival.
September 18th, 2020. I’m catching up.
Today I bought donuts and tequila. And met with Focus Music and wrapped up loose ends for four upcoming shows. And wrapped the render for the last part (of my
Sept. 16-17, 2020 – A Seed Is Its Own Energy Source
50° mornings. The back porch shaded until well after noon. I keep migrating the peppers, still bearing so many hopefuls, looking for any spot that escaped the sun’s sudden cold
Sept. 15, 2020 – Heather Speaks
The first chilly morning comes today, like a bell that cannot be unrung. 8 a.m., I wrap myself in a blanket and take my homemade espresso onto the back porch,
September 13th, 2020. Mostly a Good Day.
Yesterday, by all accounts, was a really good day. I feel bad waking up feeling bad. Exhausting day, it’s true, but good gig, good festival. But there were some negatives