Jazz is this intellectual Sort of jive where I Have to think Or go completely numb. Either and neither Will work when it comes to Jazz. Riffing away the night In a jazz club, These cats know where It’s at. Or maybe they Don’t care Where it’s at and That’s the real secret. Really: if […]
Inspiration is exceptional. Do not take it for granted. I awoke in a thick sweat, Though our bedroom still Had the chill of Morning air. I knew there was much To do And chose not to make Much a do about other Things this morning. I took the guitar off It’s rack and plucked A
someone told me that there’s magic about the year 2012. i don’t know if i believe in magic, because i’m focused on what’s real and tangible now. i’ve for too long waited for the magic to intrude on my reality, take care of me, remove all cares from me. i know better. and i still
Heavy winds have brought Winter’s cold to us in recent days. The chill hurtles through the trees And then through the trestles on our porch. It can pierce any cloth Or flesh blockade And so I feel it in my Skin and bones As I venture outside. Whenever I walk in this chill, I long
I performed for the first time with Penn Strings on Sunday. It was great. We had a kind of simple ease together even though it was our first time performing together. The set included everything from Beethoven to Coldplay, so there was no shortage of variety. I can hardly wait for the next gig! Contrast
Singing greases the wheel of desire that’s been waiting to roll out.
I consider improvisation to be a highest form of art. Having heard the mantra “just improv” from other artists too many times, I’ve been continually more and more committed to improvised music (and dance and storytelling) over the past decade.
