Echoes of songs: PHASE ONE of writing
After I finish an album, there is an intimidating space.I've talked and written about and played and played the last album,and there is only silence ahead for the next.Every time I wonder , "How did I do that?", and then I remember.I went into the garden and stared.I stared, for the hours I set aside for music, as long as I needed to.To get over the fear, to be in the space, to stop trying.To let things float in.This time, I wait for my baby to come. I have hours to spend, with tiredness, dreaminess, tears, contractions that pull me into a deep dark.I remember to lift off the pressure of writing anything "usable".Just sound

Touching Review from the Feminist Review
Feminist ReviewThe Feminist Review is a great bunch of writers and editors from around the world who review books, albums, by communities that remain on the margin. I'm really liking their recommendations and am honored to be included in their reviews. This one brought tears to my eyes, it's hard for me to hear about others' losses, to know that they keep going in the world. But I am so honored to be any part of a healing process for that. Feels good.PETRACOVICH - CREPUSCULOIt’s a treasure to stumble upon new music that for one reason or another resonate

Secret Songsketch: You Waited For Me
Download You Waited For MeI wrote this song for Max's wedding, ( Max, the excellent drummer for Petracovich.) It was an honor to be asked to play, and to write a song for your friend that isn't total chees

Secret Words - Going to the Ocean
I wish I were going to the ocean todayTo put my feet in water too cold for skinAnd feel the expanse of breathing out forever.The gray sky going and going,The spray on my face, telling me things my heart seems to understand but not my mind.Inviting me in, wan

Secret Songsketch: Heartbeat
Download tuneThe view outside my window changes every day as the Fall comes in.Time with music to dream.Time with a little baby in my belly.I'd like to share these sketches as they come, rather than keep them hidden for so long.And with them, the view outside my window,and a couple of snapshots into life at the time.The drum sounds feel like heartbeats to me, and I'm spending a lot of time listening to my baby's heartbeat these days, and she listens to mine. The beginning of our lives are all to the tune of the wonderful, thuddy rhythm of our mama's hearts. I