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Front Porch Blues

I don’t know where the blues were born, but they grew up on the front porch.  People hanging out in the afternoon sun, clapping and stomping having a good time.  I live where I do because there is a front … Continue reading

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Buskin’ at the SLC Farmers’ Market

Shit.  I apologize for that last post.  I must have been drunk or depressed or both. This morning I got up early for a Saturday morning (about 7:30 or so), made coffee, gathered my harmonicas together, put my Carvin Cobalt … Continue reading

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Blues in the Canyon

Last night we headed up to Zolly’s house in Little Cottonwood Canyon to do some rehearsing, and hoping to escape the heat.  It was still hot.  We ran through a few tunes, but overall, the mood was pretty lethargic.  I … Continue reading

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The Ghosts in Rehearsal

Chris and I have been rehearsing a couple of times a week, and we’ll be playing down at Alchemy Coffee in Salt Lake City on May 15 (390 E 1700 S) at 7:30 PM.  Here are a couple of things … Continue reading

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Last Night You Said You Were Leavin’

This is a blues song I wrote a few years ago. I don’t remember what inspired it. Probably a novel or movie. I perform all instruments (vocals, guitar, harmonica and stomp board) and nothing is amplified.

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Sep. 12 Set List @ Alchemy Coffee

Thanks to everybody who came out to my gig last night at Alchemy Coffee.  Turnout was decent, and the energy was good.  At my old music blog, I was pretty diligent at posting set lists from my gigs.  However, I … Continue reading

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Pots and Pans

Whenever I hack through the undergrowth of my memory, I usually end up with an image of me sitting on my parents’ kitchen floor beating on pots and pans with a wooden spoon.  I must have been one or two. … Continue reading

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