The Visit by Sam Larkin
The Visit (© sam larkin, november 3, 2006) One night three days into apples We had a visitor come When all lights were gone And with almost no sound Through […]
Songwriting
About Sam Larkin: email
From: notbobwiseman@gmail.com To: doctorsamlarkin@hotmail.com Subject: RE: masked and raccooned Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2006 15:30:09 -0500 I tried Doctor Sam Larkin (with no spaces but didn’t find any Myspace). I […]
Who Killed Phillip?
Who Killed Phillip? Is about my friend Phil Bearshirt. I wrote it in 1991 after he died. -Kathleen Yearwood Sometimes, rarely, art and politics get married and it’s perfect. Nobody […]
rejection of Sam Larkin’s last grant to record
Please include a bio of yourself. Sam Larkin milked the cow morning and evening when he was six years old. And continued at that till he was […]
About Sam Larkin: Describe The Project
Sam Larkin: Audio Recording grant application pt 2 Describe the project, why you are pursuing the project, and as an artist or group of artists how you will prepare for […]
About Sam Larkin: Describe Yourself As An Artist
Sam Larkin: Audio Recording grant application pt 1 Describe yourself as an artist or yourselves as a group of artists, and why you pursue your art. As an artist I […]
About Sam Larkin: How Will The Final
Sam Larkin: Audio Recording grant application pt 4 How will the final project be different than the submitted audio examples and how will you be able to make this change […]
About Sam Larkin: quantity
“Did you write anything last week?” “Ya, I wrote 2 songs maybe 3.” “Wow, amazing.” “I didn’t write 3 amazing songs …but 3 songs, ya.” “Still….” “Let you in on […]
What Lao Tsu Told Sam Sniderman
There is this beautiful thing about arranging. You listen to it 10 million times and make changes over and over until it feels like there is nothing left to do. […]
The Sheltered Youth
There is a certain laugh people laugh when have a realization which will alter everything they previously thought. Like when Charlton Heston sees the Statue of Liberty while riding away […]