Two weeks ago as we drove down the Wakulla Cutoff through the lush jungle of the Florida panhandle along the Gulf Coast, we had to slow down to let an alligator cross the road. Maggie and I had just played […]
Mary Gauthier paces across the left side of the porch at the back of the house, separated from the stage by room dividers. She paces, drinks from a water bottle, glances toward the stage. Above her, above us all is […]
(This began as a short answer to a post about the Americana Music Awards, but grew to a blog. Oops.) Reading Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poem ‘Johnny Nolan has a Patch on his Ass‘, the barracks hot because of the furnace; outside, […]
In a land of sheep and stoneBlack crows perch in naked treesAncient ruins, dark and sparewith Celtic crosses circled thererise from green and rounded hillsveiled in rain and howling windAnd, everywhere, the sheep and stone We’ve just returned from the […]
Maggie and I leave next Wednesday, the ninth, for our 8th tour of Ireland. We’re bringing friends with us this time, something we haven’t tried since our disastrous first trip (where we brought a surly back-up singer and a film […]
So, we crawled out of bed at six this morning to drive thirty miles into town. The local morning anchor at WMBB Television wanted to do a personality piece on Maggie and me for his Sunday night show… 7:30 a.m. […]
My father would’ve been a hundred years old today. September 4th, 1911. Born premature at a pound and a half in a Florida cracker homestead. Central Florida swamps, raised hard in the tropical heat. Two hundred years of Florida family […]
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