Five Gigs in Eight Days
It’s early evening Sunday. Sun and shadows flattening across the grass that turned green while I was gone. It’s quiet here. Some birdsong, that’s it. After I parked the van…View post
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It’s early evening Sunday. Sun and shadows flattening across the grass that turned green while I was gone. It’s quiet here. Some birdsong, that’s it. After I parked the van…View post
Loading the van for Oshkosh. Lakefly Writers Conference tomorrow morning, Long Beds concert tomorrow night. Grabbed the guitar case, got gut-punched by these stickers, placed there by tiny hands a…View post
Twenty years of notes and emails and near-misses, finally got to see Jeffrey Foucault live last night. Was everything I hoped. Man’s music has fueled and informed so many of…View post
This week’s Voice Mail is free and includes a caption that explains the situation in the photo above. Click here to listen. P.S. for our blind or low vision followers,…View post
Scribbles in a notebook, 2019. Working out the novella Forty Acres Deep.