The Internet Turns Everything To Crap

February 16th, 2020

I’m gonna do a little house concert thingy! Read more »

Write What You’re Vaguely Aware of

February 1st, 2020

Write what you know, they say. Read more »

I Am (probably) Not Your Friend

December 21st, 2019

Last night, my wife, She Who Must Be Taunted, encountered someone she knows saying something regrettable on the Twitter machine. Read more »

The Fan and the Peer

October 20th, 2019

A few nights back, I got a email from the mailing list of one of my faves, Kristen Ford. Kristen used to host the open mike at Bloc 11 in Somerville, quite a while ago, and she’s living in Nashville now, spending a lot of time on the road, touring, and she passes through Boston relatively often. Kristen does the sort of thing I love – high energy performance, eclectic power folk/pop, just a pleasure to hear and see. And on that very night, her email said, she was playing at the Lizard Lounge with two other acts, and lo, I just happened to have the evening free. Kismet! Read more »

Time Out

September 2nd, 2019

As I write this, my wife, She Who Must Be Taunted, and I are decompressing from our three-week car trip around Northeast America, where we saw lots of art quilts, visited a ton of friends, and spent two nights in a luxury yurt (and now I need to write a song which only uses “u” as a vowel). It was great to get away, except for the bugs that feasted on my shins, and the occasional opportunity that would have fallen into my lap if my lap had been there to catch it. Read more »

Mastery Is Just Around the Corner

July 28th, 2019

So the other morning I watched the Wimbledon men’s finals, all five hours of it, the longest men’s final in the history of the tournament, and Roger Federer lost, which is an awful shame because he’s thirty-seven years old, which is a hundred and nine in dog tennis years, and, at the end, having spent more time running in this one match than the total amount I have run in my entire life, he did not look tired. And maybe the quality of his tennis had dropped a bit from five hours before, but it was still magnificent, and, apparently, this is all because he was a dilettante when he was a child. Read more »

I Will Be My Elders

April 29th, 2019

So there’s this guy. He calls himself Snake. Read more »

Mama, Where Do Songs Come From?

April 6th, 2019

I just wrote a chorus, there, a few days ago. Read more »

Magic

March 17th, 2019

A few weeks ago, I was sick as a dog. Not a big, friendly dog, mind you, but one of those tiny little yappy dogs that have a Napolean complex and insist on using your ankle for teething practice. And it’s still with me. This is the cold that will not die, the cough that will not end, the Virus That Came To Dinner. It’s the house guest who scatters his towels on the bathroom floor and never puts the milk away and argues loudly with his girlfriend in Armenian. Read more »

The Kids (well, Not Kids) Are Alright

January 27th, 2019

I do not get out to hear enough music. Read more »