Head The Gong

It’s been raining cats and dogs all day and I haven’t accomplished much other than taking Mary Alice to school and playing a few tunes on the guitar. I miss the days when I used to play all the time, recording every little thing that came to my mind. Every impulse felt important, like I … Continue reading "Old Strings"

My former band, My Dear Ella, just played its last show with original drummer and soul brother Jeff D. I remember my last show with the band a few years ago, all the emotion pent up, the terrible sense of sorrow and nostalgia, the swell of love for my friends, the ache of feeling like … Continue reading "Dust"

The City.mp3 All the colors fading into grey Pull a string and push it all away Right beside the Bible on the bed A blister where you kissed her on the forehead Tell me, how am I supposed to find The City I remember I could see the marquee But all the other streets were … Continue reading "The City"

My wife is in Mexico doing Anthropology research for the next six weeks. I miss her terribly, and the loneliness pushes me to reach out, presently in the form of this sentence. Today I helped a friend move all his stuff from one house to another. It was exhausting, yet satisfying on many levels. After … Continue reading "Weightless"

Now that things have settled down a bit and a new, post-wedding phase is dawning, I’ve resolved to pick up the red thread of my creative process via regular blogging, recording and podcasting. I had some serious mojo and momentum going a couple of months ago, and I don’t want to slip back into the … Continue reading "Pocket (revisited)"