Need a practice place- do you have one to share?

Tonight I’m playing with Shilpa Ray at Shea Stadium, Brooklyn. Please come.

Happy Anniversary to Grand Victory! Such a great place, staff.

My friend with the million dollar smile.

Yellow horse and Graham Avenue

The secret to my not-so-famous Greenpoint Beer Cheese.

How am I not crippled this morning from dancing for hours last night? It had been a while…

This is my valentine to the local Spectacle Theater.

Please click, read and/or share. I will love you bunches.

Some visually striking trash on Norman Avenue.

Blowfly, last night at the Knitting Factory.

You ain’t got a hair on your ass if you don’t go see Blowfly at the Knitting Factory tonight.

My room is small.
I think there is a bit of a conditioned prejudice against confined, economic living such as this with most anybody who is my age; or maybe it’s just an American thing?
I have enjoyed the comforts of living in places that had more space than I needed or could ever use. Oppositely, I grew up sharing a room with my brother in the squalor of Oklahoma trailer parks for most of those first 18 or 19 years. So I have occupied both ends of the spectrum.
Despite the difficulties, there are days like today: nothing seems more gratifying than this mattress on the floor, this tiny Crosley portable turntable, this guitar, this glass of wine, and some time to myself. It’s the closest place I can get to as far as spirituality goes…

By the way, that’s Karen Dalton on the turntable…which don’t hurt none…

Me, as Not-so-Darkman

The band, DON’T.
(Don’t miss ‘em.)

An unfortunate case at the L train Grand Street.