SNOMG! And Our Traumatic Ecstatic Day

I discovered yesterday that Patty, our longtime manager, doesn’t believe in indoor heating. I figure this has something to do with her obsession with women’s basketball and subsequent wardrobe of…

Music Alone Shall Live, or A Perfect Weekend In NYC Has a Tiny Cost

On the Monday after we got back from NYC, these things happened: -The Jetta went in to be drained because one of us put gas in its diesel engine. Yes,…

Equinox

I am writing this during my September Equinox retreat. It’s already chilly–I put my wool socks on last weekend when we played the Turtle Hill Festival, and I haven’t traded…

We Got a Dog

At Falcon Ridge, my kids busked with their little violins, and filled their fiddle cases with dollars and quarters. At one point, their cousin shouted “Donations!” to the passers-by. Horrified,…

Summer Writing Retreat Day 4

It’s Day Four of the retreat, and already I am telling myself the lie that there isn’t enough time. This is my favorite lie, and I beat myself up with…

Last Word on Yale Reunion

About Spotify. I get why musicians who hope the CD will somehow make a comeback are doomed to disappointment. As a consumer, I cannot believe how great Spotify is. And…

Yale Reunion and Spotify 1989

This is a bad formula: rainy day, PMS, and a nostalgia mix from 1989. I upgraded to Spotify Premium (though I am not sure what I gain, since I don’t…

Why I Don’t Get to Feel Superior Ever Again

Last week, we bought an all-wheel drive minivan.Before you stop reading, send me threatening emails or unfriend me, hear me out. There are stranger things, Horatio… Before there was the…

FAWM #3: Welcome Song for Guitar Students

I told my guitar students yesterday that I would write them a new “Hello” song. Currently, we’ve been using “Good Morning, Sunshine,” which is the HooteNanny welcome song, written in…

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