Ah..., piecing it together. Seems to be the way, huh? Songwriter. Guitar player. Guitar teacher. Gigs... I guess it's all a part of migrating north from the city. The other night a black bear ran out in front of me on the palisades on my way to a gig at the rodeo bar. Can't say that ever happened on the Q train. Steady touring is behind me for the time being. These days it's all I can do to keep the house standing, the chil'ren singing, and the garden on life support. I do miss the road and all the places a road can go, especially the frequent visits to Texas. Now, two years into upstate-life-2.0, I've become something of a live-music presenter in my newly adopted hometown of Beacon ...because, heck, somebody had to do it. And there's an audience here for it. Now, see, I am about to make a point. If there's a live music audience here, then I don't want to hear no belly aching. You can build one in your town too. First, get some folks to play some really great music, then get some other folks to come check it out. I know! it's like freaking rocket science. And I'm giving this kind of information away free.