I did 20 shows this year. But next year already has 50 dates confirmed + perhaps I will also be accepted to some folk festivals I applied for (one finds […]

Playing La Sala Rossa was a high-water moment. The place I’d been aiming for, for years. In memory it had grown monstrous, twice the size, maybe more. Memory does that. […]

In Brockville I got an encore and asked Tom to sing with me. I thought he might know “Satisfied Mind” he did not, but it didn’t matter. Beautiful and personal […]

We took a walk around the island. John showed me the water seepage problem he is dealing with, something practical and quietly alarming, the sort of issue that waits patiently […]

I liked playing Chelsea. That part is simple and true. The room listened. I sold six books, which today’s economy qualifies as a small miracle. One woman wanted a book […]

I’m looking forward to Vallican, near Nelson. Because I’ll be staying with Tamara and Misha. If memory serves me right, on their farm they have horses, chickens, dogs and many […]

At the natural foods store, I noticed, high on the wall an 8×10 photograph. It hung there like a family portrait. The name beneath it read Pegger’s Banquet. I laughed, […]

What I loved most about the Gimli shows wasn’t just the playing. It was the odd, shining bits around the edges. Like the woman behind the bar who told me, […]

Threw my back out, didn’t I. Must’ve been the way I slept, or didn’t. Felt like getting shot in the back by a dream, that kind of pain that makes […]