Monthly Archives: April 2012

When I was about 12 my older brothers formed a punk band.  They were both in high school.  My brother Tom had been playing the guitar and flirting with various kinds of music for a while.  When he discovered punk … Continue reading →

The waters that feel my powerless strength And meet my homeless oar Laboring over their ashen length Never to find a shore. But the gleam still skims At times on the somnolent lake, And a light there is that swims … Continue reading →

I remember watching a homeless guy pull a knife on a cop in the Washington Square Park fountain.  The guy had been sitting in the fountain drinking from a liquor bottle wrapped in a paper bag and John “Dr. Juice” … Continue reading →

I recently read an interview with the late great John Fahey, in which he named Harry Smith’s 1952 Anthology of Folk Music as the single most important source of musical education for him and a whole generation of folk music … Continue reading →

I wake up in the morning make a pot of coffee and it’s time to work on songs.  I’m staring down several numbers that are missing big pieces.  Whoah boyeeeee.  Putting off getting to work on them can be an … Continue reading →