A STATEMENT OF SORTS

In my music, writing and performance, I attempt my level best to fashion old skins from new grapes, grafting a post-nuclear bough onto old growth American vernacular. All tradition should be inoculated against the test tube! Contaminated from without, because never pure to begin with! In no particular order and recently, Apollinaire (always), Elizabeth Bishop, Mafalda, David Graeber, Lorca, Nina Simone, Uwe Johnson, Nan Shephard.

My father has been a professional storyteller and children’s performer, my mother his manager. So the question as a kid was always where is the storyline here, who’s that speaking with the fuzzy voice anyway, and what are they carrying over the hill in that large black bag of theirs? My work seems to have preferred hard-to-come-by places over the years—underpopulated bars in Berlin Germany, street corners, defunct blogs, one time the Princeton University Graduate Center on a Tuesday night, yikes. I’m not at all sure how you came across this website, but however you did, you’re very welcome. It’s intended as a sort of portal to the various incarnations all the time and effort taken over the years, and I hope you delight in the spelunk. It is a strange time to be a songwriter — it seems like you aren’t one if you aren’t first and foremost running a business. If you do enjoy the work it is available for purchase, all received gratefully in the form of encouragement and a warm cup of coffee.