River Roads

Here’s the strange thing about me: I can completely forget I’m a musician until I arrive at the gig. It’s as though that part of me is a set of clothes for another season, kept in a moth-proof box in the attic, out of mind until the weather changes.

FAWM #9: Sometimes It’s Good to Have a Day Like This

#NieldsXVII Story Contest : Week 11

Thanks to everyone who took part this week in the #NieldsXVII Story Contest. We’ll be back on Monday with a new question. In the meantime, do you have any questions for us? We’ve been asking them for 11 weeks now and getting great answers. If you’re curious about some Nields history we haven’t covered let us know.

My Grandmother’s Couch

After our gig in Watchung NJ last weekend, Katryna and I spent the night for the last time at our grandmother’s apartment in Manhattan. Readers of this blog will recall…