Fifth Wheel to a Wagon

The Friday KMR drawings keep changing. Better? Worse? Don’t ask me. But I don’t feel like I’m repeating myself yet and I want to keep going, which are about the only criteria I know to not stop doing a thing. There are about thirty of them now. Ten or twelve will go up at theContinue reading “Fifth Wheel to a Wagon”

rest in pieces

When I lived in the Heart of Chicago (2004-2011), there was a cafe round the corner that kept very odd hours. It would be open very early in the morning and then be closed all day and reopen at night. The days that even these hours were kept could be random and unpredictable. The cafe’sContinue reading “rest in pieces”

Grab bag

Just because I don’t know what to disappear into doesn’t mean I stop. There are still concerts to draw at. Sometimes there doesn’t need to be any larger aim behind putting pen to paper. Not to say that it’s an exercise but whatever underlying meaning there might be to catching a couple musicians doing theirContinue reading “Grab bag”