tired of strawberry leaves
And as Wept fell apart as all bands do, this song became a metaphor for distance – for that mad and meditative commute between two vastly different…
going dry
Many failed attempts at writing a ‘dry’ song on guitar and voice revealed my bad technique. So I turned my back on the gilded god of reverb, bowed and gazed at my shoes like any…
the blind piano tuner
jack sprinkle was a talented, blind piano technician that for years would tune our family’s small upright and make it sound like a grand. one day i played him thelonious monk’s ‘straight no chaser’ and asked him to help me get that thick smashing of chords while keeping the clarity of the high solo runs. […]
Backwards and Forwards
My architect alter-ego shared an interesting story with me recently: Usually during the holidays he receives bajillions of effusive cards from colleagues claiming how amazing the last year was and how the next year will be even better. This year the cards were a mere handful, literally a 10th of what usually arrives. Most sneaking […]
shadow men
just when i was about to step forward into 1989, a lost recording from 1986 emerges… ‘shadow men’ was recorded live with myra pearson who performed the sensual voice and wrote the mysterious poetry. myra was just beginning her jazz career in dc and we all thought she was super cool playing smoky clubs that […]
Infrastructure to Nowhere
“He’s a real nowhere man…” Admittedly there’s not much content on this site (at least until the new music gets posted beyond the work from 25 years ago)… But the scaffolding behind the scenes is now pretty much there. As I was creating the pages, it was clear that this would be another ‘wallflower’ site, […]
The Silence Before the Storm
OK, so I now have an avatar, an alter ego, a mascot, a mask, a doppelgänger. Through this medium I will speak in tongues of multiple musical idioms. A reverse chronology of songs from the past dating back from 1986 will soon be uploaded. Various comments will accompany the titles. There will be also some […]
