Teaching On-Line Lessons to Beat the Coronavirus
I’m looking to teach more on-line lessons in the coming weeks and months…
Brooklyn Ballad Theatre complete video series
Thanks to Jeff Chu and The Plant Productions (www.theplantproductions.com), the Brooklyn Ballad Theatre debut from December 2, 2011 at Brooklyn’s Jalopy Theatre is now on-line in a six part series. Here are the videos in order:
I’d say I was homesick, but what is home but a creaky bed, a cluttered desk, and a wilted basil plant?
Bellingham, WA – Monday, Aug. 30, 2010. Weather: partly cloudy, 75 degrees, dry, beautiful. Coffee: overrated. hell-bent for purgatory Pacific Northwesterners are coffee snobs, which might have been justifiable in the first decade A.S. (After Starbucks) but I have Southside Coffee two blocks from my Brooklyn apartment and they draw espresso as good as anything …
Colorado footnotes – producing Boulder Acoustic Society’s Coal, Cotton, and Dust EP – Pagosa, and Telluride – Delta Delta Delta, can I help ya help ya help oh never mind
I’m back in New York after a three-week trip to Colorado
Nikolai Fox Photography
Considering the potental hazard to life and property, I’d say Mom let me off easy with a sharp verbal rebuke and a trip to my room.
Ballad Camp – 1,001 ways to kiss your stone-dead lover
Anais and I work really well together, and I’m excited for our collaborations this summer and beyond. In a quiet moment, she told me that she trusted my songwriting instincts, and even if the first idea wasn’t a keeper, a good one would ultimately prevail. This meant a lot to me, coming from a songwriter as gifted as she (have you heard Hadestown yet?), and I confessed to her that I was a self-loathing egomaniac but at least I had a warm heart.
Tour’s over Ma, I’m Coming Home
Perspective doesn’t make you feel better about anything. It just moves you to a different seat, maybe away from the TV’s or closer to distractions that make you forget, like the smell of hot buttery popcorn, or next to a pretty girl, a sexy-librarian looking one, sitting by herself with an expensive bag and nobody to get up and buy her a bottle of water, or watch her stuff if she goes to the bathroom.
A Week in Vermont with Anais Mitchell
On Monday, the 8th of February, I rode a chinatown bus from New York City to Boston. Anais Mitchell picked me up. Our intention was to arrange and record a bunch of folk songs from the Francis James Child “English and Scottish Popular Ballads” collection.
It’s 4 AM. Do you know where your airport shuttle is?
I do. He’s sleeping upstairs, but not for long. He’s also my stepfather, so I feel a certain license to go play my fiddle in his bedroom if he’s not up and ready by 5:15. Anyway, my point is that I’ve been spending a lot of time over this Christmas Break (can I still call …
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Costa Rica: Dear “-”, thanks for the birthday wishes
allo -, thanks for sending me birthday wishes. your Hanukkah candles warmed my Gentile heart. I had a border-crossing birthday. I went to an organic food store, bought a really nice bottle of wine, some Humboldt Fog, some French yellow-blue, some Dubliner Irish Cheddar, some Keifer semi-cultured goat’s milk, some olives, some sourdough, some wine …
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