Supernatural Kathryn Rose
I recorded Kathryn Rose on my Swedish record. Still untitled but for now I call it The Lettuce Diaries: Scandinavian Edition IKEA. Kathryn is something else. A supernatural force wearing […]
Bob Wiseman
prayer
Clara Rowe lived in a cramped apartment above a bar that played loud music until three in the morning. Most nights the floor vibrated like a dying animal. She sat […]
ghost booking
Almost every date for the Western Canada tours confirmed. Now we stare at the real puzzle. Where to sleep each night. A few dates come with hotels. Others are a […]
barry blume goes honest
Barry Blume had been in the music business long enough to turn hope into profit and talent into something you could skim. He cut corners the way some people bite […]
royalties
A swarm of ideas breeding in those songs I started in Sweden. Like trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces are melting, somehow still sounds beautiful once you […]
guitar wished to be piano
In a small, sunlit room there lived a guitar named Maple. It was modest, warm in tone and slender in form, carved from a tree that had once stood alone […]
truth
At the accordion store I used the bathroom. Saw this on the wall, “How do you know a music lawyer’s telling the truth?Don’t worry it’s never come up.”
got to please yourself
I never paid much attention to that 70s song Garden Party. When it was new, it sounded like something heard over the speakers at a grocery store, the soundtrack to […]
when they call you difficult
DAUGHTER:Did you see this? Another festival lineup. Twenty bands. Two women. MOTHER:That’s progress. When I started, we were zero women. DAUGHTER:It’s ridiculous. They say, “We booked whoever fit the vibe.” […]
modes
SON:You keep telling me to practice the modes. What even is a mode? FATHER:It’s a scale that’s had a couple of drinks. SON:So… a scale in a good mood? FATHER:Exactly. […]