Co-bill with Ana Egge SAT MAY 6
Friends! I'm absolutely thrilled to be playing music with Ana Egge this weekend! I've been a fan ever since my friend Rose Polenzani turned me on to Out Past the Lights (2005) and I promptly became obsessed with "Straight to my Head." As in, "the wine you make goes straight to my head." She's a beautiful singer and writer and has forged a path that is distinctly her own all these years - I mean since the 90s when she began sending her songs out in to the world. Rose invited her to stop by the studio and come sing on the record she was making with Session Americana at Hi-n-Dry in 2006 - and when Ana walked in I was sitting on the piano bench with Rose, singing "Song of the Stars." I remember vividly the shiver that went through me. Oh my god - that is ANA EGGE. I can't believe she is going to sing with us!!
It's good to be back in touch with you all. I took a couple weeks off social media while taking care of my recently widowed Dad. (Wait - wouldn't that be 'recently widowered?'). His health was pretty wobbly for a bit there. My brother and I have spent many days with him. And I am grateful that he seems to have pulled him up from a swan dive. Still, one's zest for life has to come from somewhere within. He's getting there. Thank you for your good wishes...
New England is staggering into Spring - one day 80 degrees, the next, 40. Perhaps it's always like this. And every year we collectively gloss over our memories of past Springs and see the new one as dramatically different. This year it feels as if Spring's fickle temperatures mirror the President's tweets and policy flops. Strange. Horrifying politically. Trying not to let myself feel the intense anxiety that his erratic behavior (to put it generously) merits.
And on that note - just started Paul Wohleben's book The Hidden Life of Trees, about the many ways trees communicate. Astounding in itself. And a perfect distraction from the human world. One of the ‘languages’ trees use involves the quick release of a chemical when threatened. For example, when a giraffe starts to eat the leaves of of an acacia tree, the tree emits a chemical that tastes terrible and thegiraffes wander at least 100 ft. away to start munching again. The leaves release a gas which warns other acacias nearby to do the same. Hence the giraffe's long wander. They're used to it. Looking forward to understanding more...
cheers,
jk
It's good to be back in touch with you all. I took a couple weeks off social media while taking care of my recently widowed Dad. (Wait - wouldn't that be 'recently widowered?'). His health was pretty wobbly for a bit there. My brother and I have spent many days with him. And I am grateful that he seems to have pulled him up from a swan dive. Still, one's zest for life has to come from somewhere within. He's getting there. Thank you for your good wishes...
New England is staggering into Spring - one day 80 degrees, the next, 40. Perhaps it's always like this. And every year we collectively gloss over our memories of past Springs and see the new one as dramatically different. This year it feels as if Spring's fickle temperatures mirror the President's tweets and policy flops. Strange. Horrifying politically. Trying not to let myself feel the intense anxiety that his erratic behavior (to put it generously) merits.
And on that note - just started Paul Wohleben's book The Hidden Life of Trees, about the many ways trees communicate. Astounding in itself. And a perfect distraction from the human world. One of the ‘languages’ trees use involves the quick release of a chemical when threatened. For example, when a giraffe starts to eat the leaves of of an acacia tree, the tree emits a chemical that tastes terrible and thegiraffes wander at least 100 ft. away to start munching again. The leaves release a gas which warns other acacias nearby to do the same. Hence the giraffe's long wander. They're used to it. Looking forward to understanding more...
cheers,
jk
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