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”

riding a 100-year bummer

It’s in-between time again. The two things I’d been devoting most of my time to are mostly done so I have to fall or dive or stumble into something else. I’ve tried just stopping for a while but that leads to nothing except darkness. So it’s on to the next thing. Last week an excerptContinue reading “riding a 100-year bummer”