Another page from my "sketchbook". This is typical. Not much detail. But a real feeling or two emerges. Like a potters perfectly turned shard or the poet's beautiful line that she's never found more words to join with...

This is a page from my "sketchbook". I regularly sit with a guitar and just let the flow of thoughts drift up in words and progressions. I will rather "surf" an idea that arises on some set of words, but I don't "control" much of this. So it's…

Just a little vocal valentine. Improvised.

There was only one helping of biscuits and gravy left, which I warmed up for my son, who stormed out the door stating emphatically that he was off to join the Navy instead of going to school and so there I was, having gained a good breakfast while…

My daughter Heather and I spent an afternoon walking together around her old neighborhood on Manhattan's Upper East Side; museums, cafes, the park; just talking and walking.

Kate Wolf and I had a lot of history with "Amazing Grace". First song we sang together five minutes after we met in her home and the first time she'd sang with anybody since high school. We sang it every time we played for people. We sang it once…