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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 […]

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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.”

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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 […]

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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.” […]

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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. […]

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I watched the footage of the Grammys. The Brian Wilson, Joe Cocker and Warren Zevon tributes did me in.

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Sometimes the parents of my daughter’s friends know my background and are excited I am who I am (did I just Popeye?) and suddenly I’m a bigger deal in her […]

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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 […]

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While driving back I started listening on random to Spotify and Hot Chocolate’s I Believe in Miracles came on. I never noticed the string machine but this time I realized […]