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JD Wilkes of the Legendary Shack Shakers, Asheville NC 02-10-16
Last week, I interviewed JD Wilkes of the Legendary Shack Shakers. The Songfacts interview will be published shortly, along with a few of my favorite photos from the show at Asheville’s Grey Eagle on February 10, but until then, here are a few of the favorites that didn’t quite make the official article cut. (I’m…
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Elegy for a Failed Killer
His hand on the back of my neck makes everything you are irrelevant.
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Pieces.
More things that make me happy, because I don’t have the words to tell you.
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Closer to the Stars-From ThirtyThreePointThree
Here’s a little something about a caterpillar, some tasty grunge music, and leaving the windows open to the stars. Closer to the Stars
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Movin’ to the Country
This is our first summer in our new place in the country, and it’s even more beautiful than I expected it to be. I love the quiet of it, the wildlife, the way the storms play pinball off the mountains with the thunder, the way every walk down the driveway shows me something new. I…
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Sunshiney Things
It’s been one of those days that leaves me stuck for words, tangled up in wishing for a little break from all the sad things going on. So here, again, are some recent photos of sunshiney things and clouds and bugs and other such things that make me slow down and remember that things can…
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September 19, 2013: Running out of words
Here are some photos instead. They’re pretty much the same thing.
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funk and photographs
A couple weeks ago, beloved and I went to see one of our favorite bands. Before the show, one of the musicians came over and introduced himself, expressed his gratitude that we came, and then told me he’s one of my biggest fans and mentioned that I hadn’t written much lately. That was weird. Incredibly kind,…
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25th of January, 2013
It’s been a while. Beloved’s father (who signs his emails, now, love, Dad, which somehow makes me feel a little more okay in a very much not-okay world) mentioned recently that I hadn’t said much lately. Sorry about that. Sometimes there just isn’t much to say. It’s January. Cold and dark and fuck, what are…