This was my father’s trumpet. It’s beat, bent, and busted. But I just blew it here in Pine Hollow Studios so we could put some distant notes behind a song. Long time ago, in the essay “Scarlet Ribbons,” I wrote about how Dad’s trumpet playing altered the course of my life. After five minutes in…View post
Behind the scenes at The Local Store & Volume One Gallery in Eau Claire, where I just signed every single book in that pile, including the new Montaigne paperback.
Well, this is a new one: Cleaned the wood stove, then carried the ash bucket all the way into my office above the garage before realizing I never dumped it. Thus I wrote a book with an entire chapter devoted to absent-mindedness.
Contents, left front jeans pocket this morning. Much fun strumming at Pablo Center at the Confluence last night. Thank you to everyone (SOLD OUT!) who took the time to join us, thank you to all the staff, and thank you to the Long Beds who have my back in every sense. Viroqua Masonic Center tonight…View post
View this post on Instagram And I am also a cobbler. A post shared by Michael Perry (@sneezingcow) on Oct 27, 2018 at 8:48am PDT