Click here for new song vids I had my knee replaced in February. I thought it would be like, oh, this knee looks bad, let's just put in a new one. It was a little more complicated and a little more painful than that. But I've been feeling kinda mostly myself again, so I've gotten some work done, part of which was getting some songs videoed.It's been a rough year and a half and i've written some sad songs but this one is fun. One of the rough things was losing one of my college friends, who passed away from cancer a couple of months after my dad died. I never know when I'm going to write a song about someone specific but this one just kinda happened all at once. and this is kind of an old song but a fun one... I've spent the last couple of weeks getting some vids of Blesser Heart done so you might want to check out our new website here. I've also got a couple of sync songs cooking and I might even record some of those sad songs next time I am rec
WOW After two years plus of pandemic isolation we (gulp) walked/limped onstage at one of Knoxville's fanciest venues and sang some songs. It was an honor! We had a great crowd and we had a minimum of catastrophes/calamities. We may never be this fancy again but it was fun. A bit of background... Sarah was kind of less than a month from the knee surgery that came after the first knee surgery when we did this gig. Long story short, she now knows she can do a prestige gig after two years off with a skinful of pain medications and steroids. And, pain. Because knee. Anyway: We were on the marquee... We had a dressing room with a COUCH in it, y'all. (our world's best roadie, aka Sarah's husband, was sleeping on it so we didn't get a photo). And we had a little time to roam around the lobby and soak it all in. Well, how was it? Did we sing well? Was there video? Did Sarah's high E string keep popping off for no reason? Did we have mostly incredible sound with a few h
I wrote plays in college and they ended up being produced. None of us knew about dramaturgy, the art of gently prying the script from the playwritght's hands and getting it into production in a way that benefits everyeone. I didn't know how to parse and understand criticism. I didn't know how to separate my powerful emotional wounds and colors from the ways that I needed to write about them. So it came to pass that when I wrote my third play "All's Fair," I wrote about some personal stuff and I didn't have anyone to talk to me about how I'd written it and how to make it more effective, or anything. Playwriting had been incredibly lonely, even though the world was supportive and my shows seemed to do well. "All's Fair" kicked me into a serious shame spiral and I had already been struggling with real life and my personal U-Haul of baggage anyway, and that's how I ended up "forgetting" about playwriting. I didn't make a c
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