A song about not being able to write a song about it… with a show-don’t-tell ending.
songs
Each verse (and the bridge) is a scene from the Ithaca, NY area.
A lullaby for big kids who are feeling February.
Hearing voices might make you wonder if you’re going crazy. But what if you find someone else who’s getting the same message?
Tribute to Bonnie Raitt, who set a record for the slowest-growing music career.
A collage of phrases from myths about grief, descent and return, punishment, and what we can bring back from the depths.
No big deal, just sending the daughter back to college after winter break.
New Year meditation on invasions.
Some riffs that feel good on the hand and voice.
It’s February in New York. This is what came out. Look, it’s not up to me.
