Rambles

Accidental rejuvenation

I’m sitting at the airport waiting my mom to come through the arrival gates. She is coming to visit her oldest son in Ireland. We don’t see each other’s as much as we should, but it’s a two-way street. I…

Polite refusal

After nearly twenty years of playing in bars it still amazes me how many people see musicians as some kind of “jukebox”. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go on a rant about how people don’t “get” musicians. But what…

We do it because we love it

Once again I sit here well past midnight, wondering what I should write about. There are days when text just flows out of me on to the page (or the computer screen, to be precise) like verbal diarrhoea from my…