A harp, a bodhran and some homemade mead; a penny whistle, a recorder and your lovely voices. Thanks Jay & Maggs for brightening up a wintry Sunday.

Eat some food, get some rest and be renewed in the morning…

Looking for the full moon behind the blanket of clouds..

Never work with animals or children, said WC Fields. But what if the children are animals? Come see Dr Doolittle at Mahon Hall this Fri and Sat night to find out! (And be gloriously entertained in the process.)

109 emails to go, 109 emails to go… (Sung to the tune of…) Hoping the post-holiday weekend catch up doesn’t speed up my slowed down self.

Sometimes being a self-managing artist is like sending a kid who would rather play in the mud to school.

My car is in mint condition – now that I have doused it (and myself by proxy) with rodent repelling?!? peppermint oil.

Twenty four 6 & 7 year olds with spring fever and 120 pages to be glued (not upside down or backwards please : ), punched and woven together into 3 beautiful books. We did it!!

Ecstatic tribal dance gathering at Beaver Point last night was amazing!!

After my stint at Pretzel Motors as an auto mechanic yesterday, I figure it’s a good thing I have music to fall back on.