August 31st, 2022. Delicious Ketchup.
Saturday August 26th we woke up at Greg Klyma’s place and, since our gig in Sharon MA had been canceled, we just headed home. This turned out NOT to be
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Saturday August 26th we woke up at Greg Klyma’s place and, since our gig in Sharon MA had been canceled, we just headed home. This turned out NOT to be
I was thinking about whimsy in art, and generally conclude that though in my Life there is little I Love MORE than whimsy, in music there’s little I Love less.
None too late we rolled into Glastonbury CT last night and spent a Lovely evening at Kristen’s mom’s house. An early dinner, an early night. We tuned into Live from
This morning we got up and OUT. And it was good to do so. The cat was unimpressed and walked away as we insisted upon our farewells, but he’s a
As a species, I often sit in awe of what we are able to do. As a NEW species, I am FLABBERGASTED by what computers can do – and though
“Faster Meg, Faster!” I dreamt I was in an old, creaky house, flirting with my old high school girlfriend Meg. We were raucous and silly and strange. (just as we
I woke up out of breath this morning muttering “faster Meg, FASTER!” after apparently laughing unnervingly in my sleep for quite some time. Explanations may be in order. But first
Well, alright then. Every Thursday from 7-9ish we gather in Parking Lot D of Ellicott City, MD in the courtyard of the wonderful and wonderfully generous Little Market Cafe. Signup
Heather and I were talking on the drive home from Hybridoma last night, about how our last several weeks of gigs have been extremely satisfying, good for the soul, while
This may seem a weirdly personal post about my open mic, but it’s what’s in my head – plus it all DOES tie together… you’ll see. So here’s my brother
More…August 11th, 2022. My brother said it better. I’ve got an open mic.