She Remembers Everything (Rosanne Cash) – Sold Kingdom (Live)
I Remember Everything.
Five years ago, when I was first thinking about ending my musical hiatus but hadn’t yet figured out how to approach writing songs again, I learned to play a handful of covers that felt right at the time. Most of them fell by the wayside once I started making my “comeback” album, but the one... Continue Reading →
Holiday Bonus.
I like to put vids out on long weekends. I was thinking about Cat Power today, so I did something that has been a long time coming (though till today I didn’t know quite how to go about it) and that has a ton of significance to me. It’s a cobbling together of “The Greatest”... Continue Reading →
“The space between”: Thoughts on Liminality* and Announcement of LP No. 3
*"In Internet aesthetics, liminal spaces are empty or abandoned places that appear eerie, forlorn, and often surreal. Liminal spaces are commonly places of transition..." wikpedia.org I recently changed the online description of my music in all the places to "liminal art pop". There's a risk to that. Arguably it's not a description you can "hear" (which places it... Continue Reading →
Whistle Stop (or, My 15-Year Workiversary)
The department-wide message announcing my fifteen-year anniversary with my company went out on the first workday of 2024. My head ached vaguely from having had two varieties of libation the night before. I was on about three hours of sleep. And, as I have done for nearly four years, I had de-activated an 8:15 alarm... Continue Reading →
Wherein Your Humble Narrator Fills in Some Blanks (+ thoughts on adult friendship)
2023 saw a lot of me writing about a thing without writing about it. That is what felt right at the time. Now that some time has passed, I think I can say what I’m about to. You see, last summer there was a birthday. A birthday I might’ve been embarrassed to have even remembered.... Continue Reading →
84 is the new 27 (my last entry of 2023)
Earlier this month, I strayed back again to the Beacon, that old renovated theater near my hometown - the same one that stood witness to my odd, post-travel storm of ambivalence last spring - to see one of my formative influences, Judy Collins. She is 84 and still touring. I heard about the show only... Continue Reading →
Dangerous Speculations.
As an Intro to Creative Writing college student back in ‘00/‘01, influenced by certain assigned readings, I developed a thing for writing dramatic monologues. Even before that, as a little school kid, I’d occasionally try writing from the point of view of people I found frustratingly inscrutable. I’ve always felt a bit smarmy doing it... Continue Reading →
Insufferable Born Performers Stricken with Pre-Pubescent Neurosis Unite!
This past weekend, the weekend of my forty-first birthday, I took myself out to see the Joan Baez documentary I Am A Noise. The experience might best be summed up by a conversation I overheard between an usher and a senior citizen on the way out of the theater: Usher: How was it? Senior Citizen:... Continue Reading →
On Lost and Replacement Homes (or, alternately: My COVID Vacation)
My last entry already feels like a sharply different era. After the recent abandonment of some ancient musty daydreams, and the onset of something close to resignation… …of course I finally got COVID. My improbable years-long wellness streak couldn’t go on forever, especially with my making a conscious effort to get out on the local... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 