Gig Mechanics


The arrow doesn’t know The target or the bow It’s born in air Dangerously unaware. It flies a faithful arc Through skies light and dark No promise it finds its’ mark But it flies anyway. From “Arrow” ©2022, Gregory Hoskins Let’s say you have a good notion of what you’re supposed to be doing with your life — some use the term “a...

Starling


In the midst of the sorrow and combustion that has laid claim to the last years/months/weeks, a few of us gathered in a dank former factory on a cloudy afternoon. Over 5 hours, we played and sang, and recited, and a few friends we invited shot the proceedings on iPhones and committed the sounds...

PLAY IT


You might be a band when you say it. But you know you're a band when you play it. You could be a band when you learn your chops. But you know if you're a band once the needle drops. By year's end, our twenty months of waiting were done. We'd made a record - Rough...

All Out of Still


A few months ago a certain degree of unspectacular life adversity leaned over to me and whispered: "What if you stop for a while? You were obliged off the road anyhow by the plague. Why not go the rest of the way there, and choose stillness?" Clever fellow. Years ago I remember coming across some stout advice...