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I think my daughter’s cartoon may have something to do with ISIS.
I’ll be doing a web concert from my home on Tuesday, September 30 at 9PM. It’ll just be me with an acoustic, playing some new songs and some old ones, too.
Tickets are “Pay What You Can.” I believe the minimum is $1. Reserve your ticket here.
A lot of people have been asking me about new music. I’ve been recording lots of new stuff over the last two years, but I’m not ready to share that particular stuff yet. However, to calm the anxious among you I’m releasing a 5-song EP that you can only get through the web concert.
New limited-release EP
PACK YOUR BAGS, PACK YOUR HEART
featuring 5 new songs
Available for a limited time only through StageIt
to anyone who pledges $10 (100 Notes) or more
I’m giving away one song “Hey Hey Hey” for free here.
Questions about how to get the EP? See below.
Respectfully received. I have some things I’m trying to organize that may make you happy. Coming very soon. Standby.
I’m flattered. Pretty soon I think. Stay tuned.
Oops, someone caught me fading and it’s only nine. (at Seaview Golf Resort)
Red Panda (at Central Park Zoo)
It's a funny thing, growing older and feeling that age. It's kind that kind of weary that settles in on some days when you're wondering when something, despite all your best efforts in trying to make it happen, is gonna change. I just wanted to say it's been a pleasure having your albums when one particularly needs them. (Boy Who Cried Wolf is still as raw and meaningful as ever.) Will we be seeing more of you in the near future?
I’m going to combine this with another question I recently received from an Anonymous user: "Your music never fails to make me happy and watching you perform live is like chrismukkah. When will you grace the stage in New York or Philadelphia again? (Soon please!)"
I’m flattered that my music means something to you both of you. I feel lucky. And I totally relate to the idea of waiting for that breakthrough. So much of my life I feel like I’m just repeating myself. Which is why I haven’t released music in a while. I’m trying not to repeat myself and part of that involves forging into new territories. Then again, sometimes more of the same is a good thing. You see how my mind fights against itself?
I’ve been getting the itch to play again. But I haven’t been able to follow through. You’ve encouraged me. I will try.
I have a few different poster designs somewhere over here. I can send you one if you don’t happen to live on Mars. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
"You’ve typed me this question, you reached out, so you’re already on your way." Are you on your way? When you answer us, is that you reaching out? We want you to be ok, too.
I’m peachy. Don’t worry about me.
Changing a flat on the parkway is so very fun.
I wish I had an answer. What do I do? I think drastic thoughts, feel too restless to sleep, too disillusioned to put on clothes, want to rip somebody’s fucking head off, my own included, and then time goes on and I slowly share with others and they remind me that so many have it much worse (if you widen your circle enough) and I get some distance on “hell” and “hell” seems more like a bump than a valley or a chasm or a hole that can’t be dug out of. I survive, is the short answer. Because I don’t know what else to do.
You’ve typed me this question, you reached out, so you’re already on your way.
That’s a lot of pressure. But I’m honored.