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the perfect moment
The hushed room heard the 12 breakup, longing, regret, sorrow, betrayal, relief and revenge songs that fill my new record. It’s funny how exposed it can feel up there on stage, when it’s something new....
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the sea of pianos
It is strange to think of musical instruments as disposable as tissues. That just makes me cry. A piano with busted strings sitting quietly in a bloom of dust, dying of old age, is always sad, more...
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winter mix tape
I’ve been on the couch listening to music all afternoon, watching the winter light fade over the trees outside. Peppermint tea. Leftover Christmas cookies. Leafing through books I might read. Watching...
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quiet hours
Home again, and I put on my boots to shovel snow from, well, everywhere. We have more than two feet of it. I’m glad I’m not that broken tree although it looks sublime. A north wind whistles softly and...
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a love song
I turn the dial on my car radio searching for the latest love song. Listening to it now, I can’t help but feel it casts a benevolent spell. N’s voice moves lighter than air, like a hummingbird...
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music + danger
My mother went to school in the little church of her bleached village high up in the mountains of northern Greece. There she learned to read and write, say her verses, and sing the spirituals. She...
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every day
This bird comes every day and stops at the branch to sing for an hour or two, as if it were absentminded, trying to remember the melody of June. That’s all it does. Nothing makes it happier. It wants...
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good records
I’ve begun collaborating with M on her next album. Much of the recording, arranging and producing the weeks ahead will be done in late-night sessions at a studio in a town just far enough away to make...
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worshipful
Standing alone on an empty stage beneath a wash of spotlights, soundchecking acoustic guitars, it’s easy to see that a concert hall is a house of worship. Melody is a profound spirit, after all. I...
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i wish i could say
Sometimes I wish I could say I’d been a newspaper delivery boy. Or a milkman. Or a bridge toll-taker … do people still do that for a living? I love the routine of those jobs. Or maybe, the clown...
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