We spent a lot of time in June staring at the windshield. That’s a lot of time to think, or not. Also, cellphones all have cameras on them now (in case you weren’t aware of that). So I was scrolling through all the pictures and video of our travels and I realized I had a … [Read more…]
Whew- it’s hot, and I haven’t posted an update in forever! Winter was long, and we complained. Today it’s 90 degrees or more, and we are complaining. Apparently we just complain. Last night we had one heck of a hail storm while I was playing at Cannon Mine in Lafayette. Now my truck is dented. … [Read more…]
Updates and a cover song.
In which I co-write a song with a friend.
Holiday special on music!
Happy fall!!! At least technically. It’s still pretty hot here today. But it is the start of fall. I have no idea what that means. I’m headed to Texas this week, to the Southwest Regional Folk Alliance Conference (or SWRFA, if you’re feeling hip). It should be three days of not sleeping, playing music, hanging … [Read more…]
If Darrell Scott played guitar in your band at a club show on a Saturday night, everyone who heard it would swear he was the best guitar player they had ever heard. If he sang at that gig, they would swear he was the best singer they had ever heard. If he played his songs, … [Read more…]
I grew up with Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox. If you aren’t from Minnesota we’ll forgive you for not knowing what that is. Click the link. Later on, I heard the John Henry story, probably in the Johnny Cash version, but there are so many versions. The John Henry story is an archetypal American … [Read more…]
Ah Summer! Hope yours is starting well. One of the joys of the particular small town I live in is that we get more good music than any other town of 2000 that I know of. Last night Son Volt, yes you heard me, Son Volt!, played about 500 yards from my house. They were … [Read more…]
This winter has been a grind. Not sure why, but it has. So goodbye and good riddance February. John Lennon was (I have read, but this story is probably apocryphal, like most stories of its kind) once asked, what was his favorite instrument to compose/write with or on? His answer, supposedly, was “I’m an artist … [Read more…]