I’ve somehow found myself in a position where I make decisions that impact eighth blackbird’s life on the road (silly birds). And so we, in our collective wisdom, wondered if it might not be a bad idea for me to come on the road with them.
First up: curious, wonderful signs on the front doors of two fine, independently-owned establishments in far-flung corners of the US, the first in Tallahassee, FL, the second in Laramie, WY. Below, the ubiquitous Wyoming image of the bucking bronco. A Democratic dentist, Lester Hunt, first put the image on license plates in the 1930s, but [...]
That’s an actual comment I received at our post-concert reception in St Cloud tonight. I admit it, I was touched — it’s a fantastic phrase, and I love that someone thought our performance was worth such a description. Tonight we played Reich Double Sextet and Gordon/Lang/Wolfe singing in the dead of night, and after the [...]
