I suggest chocolate. Right now: go get a Hershey bar. Not the kind
with nuts, either. Just straight up milk chocolate. It's helping.
Helping what? What?! Haven't you been reading the news? It's all
going to Hell in a handbasket! Everything! Gas and banks and the
middle east and God knows what else... You don't dare turn on the
computer for fear of catching a sidelong glance at some new atrocity.
It's like Medusa: one look at the news and ping! you're stone.
Immobilized with anxiety. Which is what happened this morning, which
is why this email wasn't written two hours ago.
So. I suggest chocolate. We had a pack left over from camping, where
we didn't dare hit the kids with another night of s'mores. And really
it was only one slice into that first bar before I felt measurably
better. So: go get some and come back. I actually may go get more
myself...
There. Better, eh? I also recommend Byron. Really! But read the long
stuff, not the short poems. (It's all public domain, you can read it
on-line -- look up "Beppo.") Byron really hits his stride when he can
chase some tangent for a half dozen stanzas or so. Flamboyant,
irreverent, brilliant expatriate who laces his stories of sexual
impropriety with vicious attacks on his peers and mind-bendingly
hilarious rhymes. It's either the highest low culture, or the lowest
high culture around. Plus, it has nothing to do with current
(disastrous) events. Shoot... shouldn't have said that -- go get more
chocolate...
I will be doing some playing over the next couple months, some good
stuff coming up in the fall and winter as well (I'll get it up on the
website soon, I promise!) I seem to have some new songs, so you can
catch those as well!
As always, I love to hear from you, don't be a stranger! And if
you're interested in hosting a house concert, drop me a line: I've got
some coming up that I'm very excited about, where I'll be running a
songwriting workshop in the afternoon before the concert... so keep
that in mind as well!
Take care, and don't forget what I said about the chocolate.
-Jud
Shows:
Friday, July 18, 2008
North Star Cafe with Vanessa Torres
Portland, ME 8:00 PM
http://www.northstarmusiccafe.com/
Saturday, July 26, 2008
House Concert
Pinckney, MI 7:30 PM
email bill nedela @ nedelab@charter.net for more info!
Friday, August 01, 2008
White Crow Conservatory
Saginaw, MI 8:00 PM
$10
http://whitecrowconservatory.blogspot.com/
3736 Mackinaw Saginaw MI 989-790-2118
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Little Brown Church Concert
Round Pond, ME 7:30 PM
Rte 32
207-529-5438
Price: $10
Happy to be part of the 10th season of Little Brown Church concerts!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Club Passim
Cambridge, MA 7:30 PM
In the round with Thea Hopkins, Susan Levine and Alastair
Moock.
$12/10 (members)
http://www.clubpassim.org
47 Palmer St
Cambridge, MA 02138
(617) 492-7679
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Cindystock V
Wexford, PA 3:30 PM
Yates Fund for Cancer Hope presents "Cindystock V"
Cancer fundraising concert
Doors open 3:30 -- Music begins at 4
For information- myspace.com/yatescancerfund or
yatescancerfund@hotmail.com
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Americana Song Academy
Sisters, OR
http://www.sistersfolkfestival.org/american_song.html
Friday, September 05, 2008
Sisters Folk Festival
Sisters, OR
http://www.sistersfolkfestival.org
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Lovermont
Plainfield, Sunday, Karl and Mary's place, "Occasional Concerts." White Mountains. Route 2. Ski country. Well... New England ski country.
Google maps said it would take me 4 hours and 35 minutes to get to Plainfield via Route 295, 95, 101, 93, 89 and into Vermont. It was 260-some odd miles. Odd's not the best word for it, off course. These are very plain miles. They said it would take 4 hours and 28 minutes to get there via Quaker Meeting-house road to 136 and 11 and 121 and 26 and then Route 2, through Bethel and Gorham, skirting Mt. Washington and sliding into Vermont way up north. 170-ish miles.
I never get this chance -- to drive to the end of the little half-mile dirt road I live on and turn right. Drive up through Auburn. Playing peek-a-boo with the Androscoggin river all the way up to NH. I'm always stuck on the Interstate, it seems. Always looking for the quickest way to and from somewhere, so I can be home with my family as much as possible. So what a treat to have a real excuse for getting off that tired old path. Getting away from the 74-mph rush. Saving some gas and driving up through Maine mineral country. Marsey loves rocks: gems, all kinds. Maine Tourmaline, especially. This is the tourmaline capital of Maine up here.
And driving into the yard at Karl and Mary's? I could've sat in their dooryard for hours, I think. That old-fashioned rose bush that reminded me of my great-aunt's house, for some reason (and yes, that's "Aunt" not "Ant"). Tall and wiry and proper, somehow. Understated. Then sitting out on the porch and talking to neighbors as they strolled by. Petting the dog. I almost didn't want to play the show. Just wanted to sit and visit, maybe go off and write.
Google maps said it would take me 4 hours and 35 minutes to get to Plainfield via Route 295, 95, 101, 93, 89 and into Vermont. It was 260-some odd miles. Odd's not the best word for it, off course. These are very plain miles. They said it would take 4 hours and 28 minutes to get there via Quaker Meeting-house road to 136 and 11 and 121 and 26 and then Route 2, through Bethel and Gorham, skirting Mt. Washington and sliding into Vermont way up north. 170-ish miles.
I never get this chance -- to drive to the end of the little half-mile dirt road I live on and turn right. Drive up through Auburn. Playing peek-a-boo with the Androscoggin river all the way up to NH. I'm always stuck on the Interstate, it seems. Always looking for the quickest way to and from somewhere, so I can be home with my family as much as possible. So what a treat to have a real excuse for getting off that tired old path. Getting away from the 74-mph rush. Saving some gas and driving up through Maine mineral country. Marsey loves rocks: gems, all kinds. Maine Tourmaline, especially. This is the tourmaline capital of Maine up here.
And driving into the yard at Karl and Mary's? I could've sat in their dooryard for hours, I think. That old-fashioned rose bush that reminded me of my great-aunt's house, for some reason (and yes, that's "Aunt" not "Ant"). Tall and wiry and proper, somehow. Understated. Then sitting out on the porch and talking to neighbors as they strolled by. Petting the dog. I almost didn't want to play the show. Just wanted to sit and visit, maybe go off and write.
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