Sound Waves & Spray Paint

Music. Writing. Art. And whatever the hell else I want to talk about, damn it.

Next Chapbook Available: The Dark Hours

I’m trying to behave myself and be better about actually doing the whole ‘promoting shit I’m doing’ thing, so here you have it:


I just hit the appropriate button to make it available on amazon, though it can take a few days before it’s listed as available.

When I was working on this one, I joked with Roomie that I should change the title to ‘Trigger Warning’ because the chapbook, by and large, is about grief. I spent more time working through this one than the previous two. It just happened, when I separated things out based on content to form the collections, ‘The Dark Hours’ ended up having a higher number of seriously old pieces that needed some work. One of them actually ended up being removed entirely, as I realized it made a better song than poem (I’ll record it eventually. Really.)

So, I figure I should share something from this book with you. My choice of poem is more or less arbitrary, but I’m intentionally choosing something quite old, since anything recent may be in my archives on the blog somewhere already.

In This City

I’ve come to talk with you again
about the white line
on the broken mirror,
and the gray stone you left behind you.

In this city,
there’s a deep chill you get from living
one lie at a time,
with your arms outstretched
against a cracked moon.

I watched you stare out the window once.
It was raining,
so I made a comment on the weather,
something unexpectedly poetic
about things as cold as they are beautiful.

‘I want to be like that,’ you’d said.

If I took a pen,
I could have traced the scars
up and down your arms
and drawn the world there,
mapped out a whole life
like it’s a paint-by-number
and revealed, with care,
the portrait of a weeping face.

Now, in a cemetery,
I trace your name,
if everything in life is transitory,
then this must be love.


At this point, the 4th chapbook will be available as well in the very near future – I’m waiting on the proof as I write this post, and I’m starting to format the fifth. As mentioned in an earlier post, I’m releasing them all in very quick succession. I expect I will very likely be getting to work on the sixth by next week. Nothing new in music land (that I haven’t been promising but not doing for ages, at least), since I’m focused on this project for the time being.

Updates and a new(ish) poem: How the Game is Played

Okay, guys, it’s time for another Happy Happy Update post. I know I’ve been a terrible blogger recently, throwing up things mostly at random and not at any sort of regular clip, and once again, I am grossly behind on my blog-reading, too.  I think we’ve all realized at this point that the latter can’t be helped; no matter how much I try to become a person who keeps up-to-date, I’m a chronic binger. I ignore a thing for ages, and then absorb massive amounts of that thing all at once, so given my almost complete absence, a blog binge is probably pending. So is the recording and sharing of a song I wrote thanks to binging on science articles. And, another song that I’m still ironing out. And, ANOTHER song, that came out of a poem I wrote as a teenager. I’ve got a few photos, too, though not as many as this time last year, since we have had a very wet, humid summer, and for reasons I don’t quite understand, I’m just not handling the heat well this summer, which has reduced photo ops. Penny pinching has also reduced how many concerts I’ve gone to this summer, so I haven’t really had as much of that to post about, either.

I’d like to say, “I have a whole bunch of stuff ready to share with you right this very second!” But, I don’t. I’m diligently at work, though. The third poetry chapbook is just about ready to proof, so will likely be out in about a week or so. The second is already out, and I was negligent and don’t think I posted about it when I released it. (It’s available on Amazon.)

I did my due diligence and made a few purchases on bandcamp last night, when they were doing their Transgender Law Center benefit. I know I’m probably breaking some rule of blogging that will attract an army of trolls for saying so, but whatever, I delete offensive comments anyway, because I just can’t be bothered with that sort of petty shit. Besides, bandcamp is awesome, and I’m of the opinion that once you believe that every human being deserves basic human rights, and once you acknowledge that some groups of people are at higher risk than others of having those rights taken away, then, frankly, buying your independent music on a Friday instead of a Thursday to see that some of that money goes to the cause of protecting those higher risk people is kind of a no-brainer . (In the interest of full disclosure, I am not trans. I’m not even non-binary. I just think it’s as good a cause as any, given the current state of things.) That’s my soapbox on the matter. Back to the usual music/art/poetry rambling.

Today, I’m going to start work on the 4th chapbook. This is a really wild process, in a way, because so many of the pieces that I’m including are really old, or sat on my computer unfinished for years, or, I discovered, were actually songs in disguise.

When I was a kid, I used to fill notebooks with terrible song lyrics. I didn’t play any musical instruments, so I would write these ‘songs’ and then not remember what the melody was or have any way of recapturing it. Over time, that evolved into me writing poetry. Now that I have a guitar and an ukulele, there’s a way in which I’ve sort of come full circle, but some of those pieces from the original transition, where I thought ‘I’m not a musician, maybe I should write poems’, that period of maybe four years in high school and early college, when I revisit those pieces now to pick them apart and edit them into something more polished, sometimes, I discover the thing that’s hiding in my clumsy teenage verses is a song in poem’s clothing, or a poem that wants to be a song, but isn’t, not really. I guess what I’m saying here is that, right now, I’m going through this strange process of collaborating with my younger self. Sometimes, that self has already collaborated with her younger self, so I can end up looking at a piece that 20 yr old me edited that 16 year old me wrote, that 24 yr old me took a third pass at, and that me in 2017 thinks still has potential but isn’t what it ought to be, and takes another pass at. Other times, the process is more fluid – ideas sketched out in my mid-20s that I never polished into anything. Or, a piece I started to write 2 years ago, but, at the time, didn’t really know what I was trying to say, so couldn’t finish.

On that last note, I think I do have SOMETHING, I can share with you. When I was working on my 2nd chapbook, ‘Just Saying’, I joked that I should rename it ‘This is the Book That Will Get Me Trolled’, because it was full of all the pieces that touched on subject matter for which the discourse is still alive and heated. There’s what I jokingly call my ‘angry feminist poem’ in there, and another piece that’s really popular in LGBTQ+ circles that’s kinda/sorta about gender identity (and actually, I think might be my most popular poem), another piece is about bullying. There are a lot of sore subjects that get touched on in that chapbook, so I ended up calling it ‘Just Saying’ based on that thing we all say as a get out jail free card. How, any time people say something controversial, they’ll tack on ‘I’m just saying…’ at the end as if that removes all culpability.

The trouble I ran into with that book though, was that while I had several reasonably strong pieces in the mix, reading it felt like a ship lost at sea. It needed something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on to anchor it. There was just something missing. So, I started sifting through the folder on my computer of stuff I have that either needs major edits, or just plain isn’t done, and I found a piece that was rough, but close to complete. It just needed a bit of fine tuning and a good, strong push in the right direction, so I got my head into finishing it. Once I did, it turned out to be just what I was looking for to complete the book.

So, that’s what I’m going to share with you today, an Old-New Piece from ‘Just Saying’ called ‘How the Game is Played’. I’ll get back to sharing songs and photos you a little later, once I start to see a little daylight on the other end of this poetry project.

 How the Game is Played

All this pick-a-team
has left me so pink and blue
that I’ve turned purple.

I am walking wounded
from all the teams I’ve been shoved onto.

They say the average toddler,
has learned to pick gender-appropriate toys
by the time they’re three.

I was late.

And thank god for that,
because some days I’m shirts,
some days I’m skins,
and every day I have to be ready for battle.

Because everything I say puts me on a team,
and it’s practically a capital offense
when that team changes.

I am tired of sneaking across the line
to the appropriate side in the dead of night,
so that no one has to see me as I am in the light of day.

But, someone is going to hear my words
and apply a label to the middle ground,
as if putting me on yet another team There solves the problem
when they’re all still keeping score.

I am not a convenient extra member
for either side of an argument
that’s constantly coming up short-handed.

And I am not okay with being told:
“You belong Here.”

Because I didn’t choose to play this game,
and I don’t have a favorite team,
but I’m forced to fight or flee
because every time I say nothing when I’m put Here, or There,
it all starts over again
and I am tired of playing a game that I can’t win
so escape is my only option
and I am looking for higher ground
on a leveled field
where the hits keep coming
and the hands are heavy enough to leave scars,
and I have to do something,
because if you don’t do something, they’ll make you bleed
then tell you that it’s a small thing,
that you’re okay,
that that’s just how the game is played.

Poetry Chapbooks Coming Soon and/or Already Here

A while ago, I said I was going to be assembling poetry albums. I did one. It was…really just okay, but I learned a lot, and then, in trying to learn enough to up my game for the next one, I fell down a rabbit hole that I never fully dug my way out of, and a second album is still sitting half-finished on my laptop.

I’m not going to lie to you: it’s a project I may never get back to.

Still, I have all this poetry, already neatly arranged into album-length groups, and I want to do something with it. I’m still firmly on the side of the aisle that believes poetry as an art form is meant to be HEARD, but making poetry albums takes a lot of time and energy that’s just not proving to be worthwhile when I also have so much else to do, so I had to sit back and reanalyze, and in the end, I decided that it would be infinitely easier to do chapbooks instead of albums. Album versions might become available at some later date, but right now, I only have so many hours in a day, and I have to sacrifice one thing for every other thing I do, and because of that the poetry albums, it turns out, just aren’t a particularly efficient use of my time and energy.

Chapbooks, on the other hand – that’s much easier, and it’s something I can put together reasonably quickly since I’ve already done half the work. Mostly, I just need to do some formatting, minor edits, and design covers.

So, that’s where I’m at at the moment. I’m releasing a series of chapbooks. They’ll be released in pretty quick succession since half the work on them is already done. The first one is already out and available. The second will pop up in the next few days. I’m basically just waiting out processing time at the moment. The third is currently being edited, so will likely be released some time in early August.




Chapbook #1: Stone Throw. Available on Amazon.

Kindle editions are DRM-free. If you buy the e-book, I think you should have the freedom to read it in your preferred e-reader, and I’ve chosen not to enable DRM with that in mind – to make the conversion process as easy for you as I can if you’d rather read it in a different file format.

The kindle edition is also cheaper than the print edition. The print editions have manufacturing costs involved, so I don’t have much pricing flexibility, but there’s no reason an e-book reader should have to pay for the book as if those costs still apply when they don’t, so I’m pricing them out with that in mind. I can make e-books exist more cost effectively than I can make print books exist, and they’re priced accordingly. Fair is fair.

So, that’s where things stand. There will be a good dozen of these things overall. The first you can find on Amazon now if you’re in the US. If you’re overseas, there could be a delay of a few weeks before it appears.

Gear: Muzjig Pick Cutter

This post is almost kinda sorta 50% about my cat.

This cat. The picky little maniac who attacks my guitar strings every time I change them.

See, here’s the thing. She’s 1 yr old, and picky about treats. She loved these turducky dental treats I was getting from a local pet shop, so naturally, now that I found one she likes, I was no longer able to find them anywhere. That meant it was onward to Amazon. I’m not against buying her treats online if she eats them consistently enough. But, I also didn’t want to pay shipping on a single bag of cat treats, so I went through my Amazon saved for later list to find some ‘free shipping on amazon’ stuff to fill it out a bit, and decided I would finally fork over for a pick cutter.

I’ve wanted one for a while. I’ve been making my credit/gift card picks by hand, which is something I knew I didn’t want to do indefinitely, but it also wasn’t any sort of emergency. I do love home cut card picks, though. There’s a sound they make that I haven’t been able to replicate with any pre-purchased pic I’ve tried (and I’ve tried tons. I love trying new picks). Mind, there are picks I buy that I like quite a bit. I had an orange tortex dunlop phase. A phase where I was in love with wood picks. Right now I’m a fan of the 50mm clayton raven picks. I have a good mix, is what I’m saying, and they all have their uses, and produce their own unique flavor. My preference in picks can change based on what strings I’m using at the time, but I’m consistently a fan of repurposing old gift cards because they just sound so darn pretty.

So, it seemed like as good a time as any, when I was looking to fill out my cart. Let’s take a look, shall we?


Ultimately, I chose the muzjig cutter because it came in a case, which I figured would minimize how much I could beat it up. Also because, based on pricing and comparison, it was the best deal – it came in a box, with more strips than a lot of the others in the same price bracket.

On arrival, the first thing you notice is the box is pretty cheap – not to be unexpected for the price, but if you’re expecting these little plastic clips to last into eternity, that’s not very likely. Inside though, everything is packed snugly, and durable.

The box contains the pick cutter, a package of assorted punch slips, a file, and a stick on pick holder. Not too shabby for twenty bucks.

First, I pulled out the cutter itself. It’s hefty. It feels sturdy with plenty of weight to it and a rubberized bottom to prevent slipping. Seems pretty durable.

The slips are, actually, about the same weight and feel as your typical gift card, and when I use these on my guitar, I’ll tell you, the sound is pretty damn close to my card-made picks. Impressively close.

The included file is a basic nail file, so easily replaceable when you’ve used it up.

Now, to put it to the function test. It does require a bit of leverage to punch. I found it more productive to stand up and press down with both hands. Of course, I might just be a wimp. It’s not a job you need an excess of muscle for, I’m not saying that. But, a small child might not be able to get enough weight behind it to punch picks. The average adult won’t have a problem though, once you realize you do need to give it a fairly strong push to get through thicker plastic.

I had a pile of used gift cards and old credit cards, so I punched several different sorts in trial. Overall, the results were good. Only two of the cards required any filing. This is not the fault of the cutter, but rather that some cards are made out of a slightly cheaper material, and those cheaper cards tend to leave behind a few glossy clear plastic shards that need to be filed off. My old Rite Aid card (the ones they don’t accept anymore. no idea if it also applies to their newer ones) was one of these. So was my Pet Supplies Plus card. Everything else I punched through came out smooth on the first try, so I don’t expect I’ll need to replace my file any time soon.

Overall, quite happy with it. I’m resisting the strong temptation to pick punch everything in sight, now that I have a new toy.

As an aside, the cat treats? She won’t touch the damn things now. WTH, cat? You loved them a week ago!

A Halo Called Fred & The Eternal Frontier (Partial Bands) at Dragonfly Cafe

Okay, let me do something novel here and talk about the things I’ve been up to in something resembling order of occurrence. Crazy, I know, especially considering I have three things on the agenda that all were happening just about within seconds of each other, so ‘order of completion’ might be more accurate.

Firstly, I did get my butt to Sommerville for that mid-July cafe concert I mentioned earlier.

After the SPWF fiasco, I wanted to see a full Halo Called Fred set, gosh darn it! So, my Saturday started with the new Spiderman film (which was awesome), and then in the evening I took the drive. Sommerville is another ‘argh fuck this parking’ town. The meter yelled at me a lot. It didn’t want my money, apparently. Beats the extortionate parking garage fees in certain other nearby towns that will go unnamed, though.

AAANYWAY, with the parking fiasco tended to, it was onward to the Dragonfly.

(Side Note: Dragonfly has gluten-free options AND organic teas. Both bonus points in it’s favor. This time I just got a smoothie though – as I don’t dare either chili or tea when my GERD has been flaring. That’s okay though. Smoothies are delicious.)

First fun fact: I have never seen the Eternal Frontier in spite of wanting to every year at SPWF. Somehow, the scheduling always lines them up directly opposite someone on my ‘wouldn’t miss them for the apocalypse’ bands. It’s just how it keeps falling, so I was looking forward to FINALLY getting to check them out.

I got to 50% check them out. Unfortunately, one of the members had a family emergency, so I got to see 50% of the Eternal Frontier. I’ll have to keep trying.

eternal frontier
Professor Adam Smasher – 1/2 of the Eternal Frontier

And then, I got to see a full Halo set…minus their regular bassist. Fun fact #2: I have seen Halo perform at the Dragonfly twice, and with the smaller, 3 piece version of the band both times. Fate? Some sort of time-space paradox? I’ll leave the mad scientists in the room to argue over the subject into infinity. I’m just saying, it’s officially a trend, and in a world of top hats and time machines, there may, possibly, be a chance of some kind that there’s something to that.

A Halo Called Fred

All said, it was a good night out. No more concerts planned for the immediate future. It’s been a fairly light summer for me on the music front, really, but we’ll see if anything of note pops up. I’ll be sure to (eventually) talk about it if it does.

Burden in My Hand: Tribute to Chris Cornell


It’s not often that I decide to go to a concert on the fly. And, I’ll be honest, it’s not often I go to House of Independents, not because of anything wrong with the venue, but because I’m convinced that finding parking in Asbury Park is one of Dante’s 9 Circles of Hell, and it only gets worse the further you get from the beach.

But, I woke up yesterday morning to an email that there was going to be a Chris Cornell Tribute show that very night, featuring a bunch of local artists I knew nothing about and never heard of, and I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to go, but I also had a distinct feeling I’d regret it if I didn’t, since a tribute show is the closest I’ll ever get to a Chris Cornell show now that he’s gone and Chris Cornell tributes are really only likely to happen while the wound is fresh for fans. If I skipped this show, even if I was exhausted, I might very well be skipping my only chance to ever hear most of these songs played live. Ever. I couldn’t do that.

I was feeling low energy – in part due to bouts of random and inexplicable insomnia twice this week, in part due to working longer days all week – and I had errands after work that absolutely couldn’t be delayed, which meant I was going to have to basically get out of work, drive almost an hour out of my way to do them, and then drive another 40 minutes to get down to the show. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. Inhale a snack bar or bag of chips while driving and pretend that counts as a sufficient dinner. Get a soda, because you are going to need the caffeine. Basically, this was one of my worse ideas, but it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility. After all, it’s a small venue and local bands. With big names, a shorty like me really needs to be at the venue by the time the doors open to have any hope of not having my entire view of the stage eclipsed by someone seven feet tall (okay, I’m exaggerating. To totally eclipse my view of the stage, you really only have to be about 5’6.), so that bought me an hour, and made the adventure feasible.

I admit, I had low expectations. I didn’t know any of the bands, and really, who can possibly do Chris Cornell justice? It was a good show though, guys. It really was. They even played a few songs off of Euphoria Morning (otherwise known as one of the best albums in all of time and space thank-you-very-much).

Now, there were a lot of people on and off the stage. I have literally zero hope of identifying them all (or any of them, if I’m honest). The advertisement said “featuring members of “No More Pain”, “Mind Riot” and special guests – for what help that is. If you can identify the musicians pictured, tell me who they are and I will edit the post to include it.

Overall, I’m tired today, but it was a good night out. Was glad I chose a spot against the wall to prop myself up against by the end though. I was ready to sink like a stone by the time I got into the house. Maybe I’m getting too old for this. I swear I’m going to turn into one of those old ladies who goes to bed at 7pm eventually. 😀

And, on that note, I am officially up to date on everything except recording drafts of new songs for you. Yay. So those will be next on the to-do list.

I think the only way to finish this post off is to share a song I love off of one of the albums people generally didn’t. “Safe & Sound” comes off of the “Carry On” Album. (song starts about 30 seconds in)

Steampunk World’s Faire 2017 (…yes, I am incredibly late on this post. I know.)

This post is so overdue that it’s not even funny. The event was in May, FFS! I have no excuse. I’m just lazy. But, because I’m lazy, and this post should have happened 2 months ago, it’s going to be an overview of the bands I saw rather than any sort of in depth analysis.

As a preface –we had a fuck ton of rain this spring. In fact, as I write this post, it’s misting. This is relevant because it rained so much that the first day of the festival I was nearly flooded into my development (seriously, I should NOT have driven through water that high. I thought my car was going to turn into a submarine), and the Courtyard Stage was completely defunct because of all the wet, which derailed my original plans a bit. Some of the stuff I planned to see I didn’t get to see. Other things I had to reschedule. Some sets I only got to see part of. SPWF scheduling is always an adventure, but the weather added a level of hell to trying to figure out when and where I could see some of the acts I’d been planning on.

That scheduling is why my first musical performance of the festival was OPERA, of all things.

Nicole OlivaIMAG2523.jpg

I am not cultured, guys. I can tell you Nicole Oliva was a soprano and had a pretty voice and that she changed her costume a billion times, but I can’t tell you that her performance won me over to the art form, really. It was neat, but it’s not like I’m going to start researching operas now. Fun fact, though: opera sung in English is no more intelligible than opera sung in foreign languages, it turns out. I still can barely make out a word of it.

Scott HellandIMAG2528.jpg

I spent the next while at educational things, not because I had a strong desire to do them, but because half of Day 1 was supposed to be spent at the stage that wasn’t working, so I ended up wandering and ending up browsing vendors or in panels because I couldn’t find the things I’d expected to be doing. And so, as I was wandering by Frenchy & the Punk’s stand, I overheard the conversation that Scott Helland’s set had been moved to the lobby of one of the hotels, in a different time slot. I wanted to catch that, because his only other solo set was pretty early in the morning, and I didn’t want to force myself out of bed just for that, when there wasn’t a lot else I wanted to do the following day before late afternoon. So, I got to watch him set up 10,000 pedals with a steampunk dalek. The dalek didn’t help at all. I think he was just there for moral support.



I am going to admit here that this is a band I had no intention of going to see, but the schedule shifting meant there wasn’t a heck of a lot going on at this hour of my Friday night, so I decided ‘what the hell?’ Normally, at SPWF, I prioritize bands from foreign shores, but I admit the description of them turned me off. It was something about electronic dance music and a stuffed bunny mascot. I almost always hate electronica, and I certainly don’t like dance music, so this wasn’t so much a point against the band as it was the fact it just didn’t sound like something that was going to be to my personal preference. But, they were pretty good, guys. I don’t think ‘electronica’ or ‘dance’ are words I would personally use to describe them. They were much closer to my rock music happy place than I expected them to be.

V is for Villains


This is the set I wanted to stay on Friday to see, and the entire reason I lingered in the misty damp around the main stage for Prosspekt. Their Saturday show conflicted with…something…so I wanted to get this out of the way on Friday night to avoid making tough decisions. I was worried though, guys. I really was. As much as I love music, I’m an absolutely terrible audience member. I’m not bouncy. I don’t dance. I clap quietly, and I loathe audience participation. I’m not even kidding. I’m that audience member that stands there, takes a few photos, and mostly just stare. I’m that person who looks like they might not actually be enjoying themselves, even when I’m totally into it. So, when I found myself, right before the show, as literally the only audience member, I was worried for the band. I was crossing my fingers that the bouncy people would come along soon. Very soon. Eventually they did, but it didn’t end up being a very big crowd. Blame the weather. They were worth a little bit of misty rain.

Scott Helland (again)IMAG2577.jpg

I ended up catching part of Scott Helland’s set on a proper stage in the morning anyway, as I was waiting to meet up with a friend.

Sarah DonnerIMAG2579.jpg

The courtyard stage was open on day 2, which meant I didn’t have to divert my plans very much. I was stationed there for a few hours. I wanted to check out Sarah Donner, knowing almost nothing about her other than that she plays guitar and likes cats. Really enjoyed this set. Also, there were newborn kittens travelling with her, so it was a double win, because music AND kittens.

A Halo Called Fred


I have this ill-fated relationship with Halo shows. Every time I try to go to one, SOMETHING happens. Sometimes, it’s someone’s birthday and I can’t get out of it. Sometimes, the weather is so abysmally bad it’s impossible (this hasn’t always stopped me. I remember one show that I drove through the fury of heaven to get to.), sometimes they – for reasons unknown – close down half the roads in the state, making it almost impossible to get to the event the show is happening at. Sometimes I’m just too damn poor for the festival they’re performing at. And, sometimes, they have to stop their set in the middle because the Cake Boss is filming ten feet away. Fucking Cake Boss. So, I ended up only being able to see half of their set at this year’s SPWF. They have another show this month though, with another band that I miss every darn year at SPWF because the fates of scheduling hate me, and I’m hoping to go to that – if the Universe permits.

Eli August & the Abandoned Buildings


I think Eli has a different number of abandoned buildings every year. Sometimes, the stage is so full they barely have enough room for elbows. Sometimes, it’s just three dudes from an ever-rotating list. It’s always a good show though, so I make sure not to miss it.

Frenchy & The Punk



I see Frenchy & the Punk every year. It’s always a priority on my to-do list, and every year they’re still awesome. Also, they’re one of the few bands both me and my usual SPWF cohort enjoy so, even though it’s later than she normally stays at SPWF, she stuck around with me for the show.

Jeff Mach


(yes, I know this is a terrible photo. the mic was literally in the middle of his face the entire set from my angle though, so this is actually as good as it gets…)

I wholly admit, that while I enjoy all of Jeff’s songs, really, 90% of the reason I go to his set is just to listen to this one song he has about a steampunk accountant. It brings me such joy. And, if he won’t record the darn thing so I can buy it, seeing it live as often as possible (which is basically once a year) is my only option.

Victor and the Bully


This was my final set of the weekend. I was pretty much burning out by this set, but I was determined. I’d missed them the day before because of my schedule adventures, so the end of Saturday was my only chance.

In the end, in spite of the chaos a closed stage caused my grand plans, and only getting to see partial sets of a few things, I did manage to check out almost everything I wanted to.

I might only have one more year of SPWF in my future, as I understand after next year they plan to move to a new location. While it’s normal for festivals to move to meet growing demand, how far it moves, and to where, will determine if it’s still practical for me to go. But, I don’t have to worry about whether or not one of my annual traditions is going to die (for me, anyway) until after next year, and with any amount of luck, next year I won’t be so lazy as to wait two months to post about it. (Seriously, I’m not usually THIS bad. geez…)

I was at another show last night, so I should (theoretically) write about that in the very near future. And I’m hoping to go to another mid-month, if all goes according to loosely made plan (see: totally have not made a plan at all, but I think I clicked the ‘interested’ button on FB, which kind of almost counts).

On the learning curve, not much to discuss at this moment in time. Still on and off working on barre chords and progress is steady, but not solid enough that I feel like I want to move on to something else just yet.

I do have new songs in the works and/or just waiting for me to get off my lazy butt and record them, so I should, possibly, maybe share some more new stuff with you soon.

So, there’s a fair amount in the works, at least, if not much that I feel strongly compelled is worth a blog post just yet. Stay tuned.

Photos: Davidson Mill Pond Park

I’m catching up! At least on photo posts. This set is from last Friday. 

Photos: somewhere in Hazlet

This one is just from walking around the neighborhood. The creek 2 blocks from my house.

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑