I’m keenly aware of my own talents as a musician. I don’t always sing on key, I can’t always perform without a cheat sheet, and I get stage jitters. This isn’t false modestly, I’ve heard myself recorded without post processing. I’m an okay musician. I have decent timing, I can deal with complicated chord progressions …
It is not easy to walk along Bethel Avenue. It is a four lane road, sometimes six when there’s a turn lane. There are no sidewalks, just a grassy median that could be sidewalk, if anyone bothered to walk here. I count the walkers that buck tradition. Three black teenagers, boys, crossing the street at …
Welcome to my kitchen table. Here you can find a ukulele — it’s orange — and a giant jar of honey and a 100 peso note and a red accordion file that holds the bills and receipts for things related to my band. There’s a iPhone 4s, a delay pedal, a bottle of iridescent nail …
I walked past the native craft sellers huddled under the arcade on the town square and I walked up and down the slippery sidewalks. In front of one shop, a group of little ones, their hands bursting with braided wrist ties, their little arms holding bundles of toy llamas, crowded around a television set, their …