Posted Tue, 01/17/2012 - 22:17 by admin
This is well done. And I'm not just saying that because it's about me. Thanks, Matt Bushlow! Eternal thanks! Follow this link.
Posted Sun, 01/15/2012 - 21:50 by admin
Holy smokes, things are happening on Mondays lately.
Monday, January 16 I'll be featured in a commentary put together by Matt Bushlow during VPR's Vermont Edition. It should be at about 12:50 p.m. and 7:50 p.m. Listen locally at 107. 9 or other VPR frequencies, or stream online.
Posted Fri, 10/28/2011 - 14:32 by admin
Posted Wed, 10/26/2011 - 15:16 by admin
Posted Wed, 10/19/2011 - 23:55 by admin
Sometimes I think I could be a psychic. Like the other morning when I dreamt my mother was sick. The alarm went off and I awoke. Not a moment later, I received a text message from my mother. It said, "Wrong number?" "Huh?" "My phone rang twice and stopped; it was you." "I just woke up, but you were in my dream." "All good, I hope." "No, you were sick. Are you sure I called you? My phone has no record." "Positive." So who called my mother?
Posted Thu, 08/11/2011 - 09:38 by admin
Hey y'all, leaving this morning for a little jaunt to Somerville, MA, then heading north to Portland, ME, and then back home for an afternoon set at the LAke Champlain Maritime Festival downtown. Andrew Fersch of the blog Alright, I'm wrong interviewed me in anticipation of the Friday show at the Apohadion Theater in Portland. Check it here.
Posted Mon, 08/01/2011 - 18:03 by admin
They say hate directed outward is simply a mirror reflecting back at you. I say it's jealousy of the misdirected kind.
Posted Sun, 07/17/2011 - 09:37 by admin
Dream: I was working maybe or somewhere with shopping carts. My brother's girlfriend was in the hallway pushing her cart. Maybe I sabotaged her somehow so that her cart went out of control and she and the cart were mangled at the end of a long hallway. I blocked my ears from the noise in anticipation of the crash. Some woman looked at me wondering what I was doing until she heard it too. Cut to me hiking with my brother and him accusing me of being the one who decapitated his girlfriend. It was me, he yelled. She was torn into pieces.
Posted Tue, 07/12/2011 - 18:50 by admin
These numbers will be my ticket to freedom (pun intended). Clairvoyantly plucked from the atmosphere while driving my '88 Chevy Nova near the exit 5 7-11 in Nashua during high school. And the winnings will total $256 million. I promise. And it'll happen without my even buying a lottery ticket. This is what I do when I'm stressed. I envision winning the lottery. Playing shows this weekend though and kicking around NYC with my baby, so things can't be all that bad. Just need to clear this week and get there already.
Posted Tue, 07/05/2011 - 11:41 by admin
Lazy days of summer, where are you? Feeling especially resentful of the structiure of our society. Why must we work banal jobs to put food in our mouths and rooves over our heads? In a country that continues to increase its blase take on the arts, the future is bleak. I need some alone time.
