In the beginning, I hated it. But after a couple months playing shows via el zoom during the great shutdown, I must admit I started to like it. At first, it felt like all that I loved about performing had been removed. Many of the shows I did were on Facebook or platforms other than […]
This is a picture of the outside of my studio. It’s about 60 steps from my backdoor. But when I walk it before the sun comes up and Venus is still bright in the Eastern sky, that’s enough to remind me that I love this world. It’s very quiet where I live. And particularly in
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Writing to you from the Gold Hill General Store in Gold Hill, Colorado. Son of Town Hall finished up our Southwest run of shows at here last night at the historic Gold Hill Inn. Today I’m having an espresso and an incredible fig and goat cheese croissant with my old friend Arlo and then driving
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If you’ve been to my shows, you probably know that I have two kids. I talk about them a lot. They fill my heart. They drive me absolutely nuts. They also teach me a lot about the “modern technologies,” and in doing so they make me feel quite out of touch. So it is that
For the avid readers of this blog, or as avid as a bimonthly (and sadly, I’m using the every-other-month meaning of the word as opposed to the twice-a-month meaning…what a worthless word) post would allow, you may recall my relatively recent critique of the spice commonly known as pepper. At the time I wrote said
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At some point in May, I got the notion to build a little free library box in front of our house. You may have come across one of these beauties. They exist mainly in blue states, or blue pockets of red states. They are handmade libraries set out in neighborhoods for folks to come and
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Admittedly, part of the reason for writing is just to check out how to do a blog post on this here new website. Soon, I will write a more in depth post about building our little free library box with my boys. But for now, I just wanted to share the footage from Ep 2
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When someone asks if “that is your blue Prius parked outside?” it’s rarely good news. You know, if you hear them calling a license plate number out over a loudspeaker in a store or an airport or a dentist office, it’s not like the Pick 6. You don’t want the number to be yours. You’re
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(The path to the gig…what you can’t see is the wind.) A long overdue post coming to you from my kitchen in Santa Fe. I just returned home from a quick tour in the upper midwest. Chicago, the middle of Wisconsin and the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, to be exact. The astute among you
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Yesterday I found myself teetering atop a metal patio chair, a seven-pound sawzall in my hand and maybe 200 yards of daisy-chained extension chord trailing behind me. I had decided to trim the wooden fence between our yard and our neighbor’s (for those of you wondering, I wisely chose not to use my axe). It