in the alley Where feral cats live I saw a raccoon creeping in the garbage Survivor Wish I could feel anger sound low in the chest to act on this but I’m identifying with the smallest creatures Where feral cats live a person is a metaphor Oh it gets so lonely When you’re walking And […]Read more "in California"
As a young girl, I sang with my mother. We listened to the radio in the car, played vinyl records at home, or even better, my mom would pick up her guitar and we’d sing a folk song. I remember when I first heard Phoebe Snow sing “Poetry Man” from the backseat of our car […]Read more "Lady Listens: Stories and Interviews from Women in Music"
I love music. I’m not merely an appreciator, or a collector; I amass music. I explore music in every direction along the genetic lines, then branch out into the natural fractal iterations, and further still, strike at random to surprise even myself. Now, I am not going to apologize or worry about turning you off […]Read more "Musing on Music: 2012 Year In Review"