We celebrate the passing of a great musical instrument. Hobart M. Cable, the piano lent to us this summer, is going back to his kind owner, Danny. He will be dearly missed. We hastily wrote this little ditty in his last few hours in our possession…

Remember, remember love. That’s all we ever really had.

Remember, remember love. That’s all we ever really had.

A short interpretation of Carol of the Bells, complete with freakout in the middle.

A short interpretation of Carol of the Bells, complete with freakout in the middle.

A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…

A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…

I really was carrying the ash from the fire out in the dark and looking at the stars and thinking how weird that was - to be throwing the ashes out in the middle of the night and pitch black and everything

I really was carrying the ash from the fire out in the dark and looking at the stars and thinking how weird that was - to be throwing the ashes out in the middle of the night and pitch black and everything