I will be honest here, I love music. I love music with a passion that is probably unhealthy. I love music like I love my guitars and cups of tea and foggy San Francisco mornings. I love music, but I rarely listen to anything made after 1995. The day Kurt Cobain died was really the […]
MoreLiving on the road, mostly in campgrounds across the USA means a continually changing cast of neighbors to avoid. There is an unspoken rule of leave a space between you and someone else camping, if it is possible. However sure as birds fly or pigs like mud you will regularly find someone who breaks this […]
MoreYou look just like a pirate, and unwilling buccaneer With your hat covering one eye and over one ear… Your scars say you are a swashbuckler, baby With your uneasy grace: It’s written in the angle of your hips Its drawn in the lines of your face. The dagger on your hand, your branded lucky […]
MoreWe’re driving down the road again Last bath I had was in a bucket of tears Driving down the road again 1000 miles of blacktop And hot chord fears I’m driving down the road again Strip malls, strip bars Strip lights and railroad cars Held together with strips of gum And don’t you think we’d […]
MoreI thought I might amuse myself by making a podcast. I set up anchor, and started to read out some blog posts. Friends, I could not do it! I’ve played music live, I’ll happily sing songs, and subject people to my covers of Moonshiner and Hang me Oh Hang me (the latter by the influential […]
MoreI’m afraid I am not the right woman for this job, this work of writing, of a little anti domestic violence awareness. You see I am not quiet, I have no interest in making other people feel comfortable. I will speak my mind and I do it loudly and firmly. I will not be swayed […]
MoreThere’s bars, bars on my windows There’s chains, chains on my doors There’s bars that spill onto streets And chains that lead me there by the feet Bars and chains Bars and chains And other people’s games. I’m chained to my emotions I’m barred from my own head Chains to prove my devotion Bars to […]
MoreThe 101 between Coos Bay and the Washington border is a mostly terrifying affair. It twists alarmingly, it’s cliff side lane crumbling, deteriorated and potholed, the inland northbound lane subject to cliff overhang which is lethal to large campers. We had scraped and busted our awning to uselessness on those rocks before the first year […]
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