Don’t Stop To Follow, Dream For Tomorrow

December has only just jostled into frame, yet the early spell of winter remains unbroken over Western Tennessee. Nights are bitterly cold, though the stunning panorama of shimmering stars through naked branches makes late-night walks to the mailbox semi-bearable. The dark falls swiftly now come evenings, and with my night owl's sleep schedule the sun …

It’s Hard To Tell How Far You Are From Knowing Your Heart

Its been roughly a week since I've returned from a short run of East Coast/Midwest shows, and I'm still readjusting to the stillness of a quiet life at home. Truth is, I'm restless. The tour was not an altogether successful one, either mentally or monetarily, and had to be curtailed when the shattering of my …

Gathered And Strewn, From This Altitude, To Some Other Moon

Living in rural nowhere means a fifteen-minute drive for even the most mundane of activities, and in tonight's case it was securing a plump and sliceable pumpkin from the nearest Kroger for our annual fall gathering tomorrow evening. I took Denny's late-model Buick (as my elderly Firebird doesn't have the most adequate heat and its …

The Light Is Leaving And Its Hard To Breathe, Buried In The Pile Of Leaves

September ends with midnight, calendar autumn is wrapping up its first week, and still the temperatures grind along in the 90s here in rural west Tennessee, despite the abundance of falling leaves and the earlier encroaching of darkness, despite the hopes of open windows and bittersweet chills among most everybody in and around Memphis. The …

We Built Walls Tall And Solid, Between The Treasure And The Shovel

Nearly official fall, more trees shedding early leaves and turning early, brilliant shades of orange and and brown and yellow. The humid haze of summer has lifted from Memphis for another trip around the sun. Still I find myself unable to reset whatever passes for my internal clock - the nature of this disorder is …

Don’t Forget Your Own Wilderness Wish, It Gets Buried In Snow

Here I am, wailing wall, returning late from an intimate little Midtown show, which provided a deeply enjoyable opportunity to collaborate with a new face (Josh Shaw, from incredible Memphis shoegazers Blvck Hippie), though I am concerned by an undesired crackle I discovered issuing from my amp halfway through the set. Fingers crossed it was …

The Sky Doesn’t Ever End, The Air Just Gets Much Thinner

Mid-July now, and the rain has hammered the house through the early morning, the thunder shaking our little collection of rooms, lightning throbbing at the windows. The cat has curled her dappled grey form across the office printer and refuses to venture outside, waiting for dinner with thinly-concealed dignity and patience. Summer has lingered long …