this is the second of a planned ten in a row that will feature two-part harmony, in an effort to give kristin and i a full set of original music to perform. plus all the lovely (and obscure) 70s covers, of course. read more >
she turns off her phone after the third call in an hour.
she smiles at her date. she has to say something.
“my sister wants to know how it’s going.”
she’s certain her smile isn’t coming off correctly, that he picks up some sign of discomfort.
she adds, “it’s been a while since i went out with someone new.”
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for matt margolin.
we played music together for many years. back then, he was one of my closest friends. and though we hadn’t seen much of each other this past decade, i always thought of him with great fondness. a kind man, a chaotic genius on the guitar, and a champion of the fifteen cent poker bet. he was my daughter’s godfather.
i wrote this song last weekend, before matt had the sudden and unexpected medical emergency that eventually took his life on friday. when i heard of his collapse, i had a hard time finding my feelings, there was so much confusion and shock and distance. but as i finished recording yesterday, i realized that i had hidden those feelings in this song.
i will miss him.
staring at the floor. frozen.
scuffed wood once elegant, now dulled by years of water spraying from the kitchen sink.
it’s the eighth floor at liberty lane.
frozen. looking down. familiar.
elliott came from a family that spent their lives propping up the walls, keeping the ceiling in place. his father drinking and laughing and screaming and occasionally hitting. read more >
[show note: i’m playing at the pub at vios next monday, april 6. corner of 20th ave and 65th street. kids welcome. great food. and my music. see you there. 7 to 9pm. no cover. can you beat it?]
number 19. not much to say about the number. but the song is a sad one.
last week my mother asked why the last set of songs were so sad. i hadn’t noticed. they are monday songs after all. but I listened and thought, there isn’t the little pithy number to break up the flow. or a straight funny song. so i set out this week to write an unflinchingly happy song.
i failed miserably. read more >