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my dad died before I was born. I can say I know him better now than I did when he was alive. there are photographs. some of his clothes and shoes are still in my mom’s bedroom closet. we have his bottle of aftershave and little things he collected, like old metro and transit tokens…
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today I am coping with the loss of a friend who was in recovery. he was 26. this isn’t the first time someone in group didn’t make it. when it happened before, a counselor came and told us a bunch of things I wrote down in my notebook and recite each day. she said we…
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when someone is missing, their possessions take on a new meaning. so where I run into these things, I begin to make songs – I can feel your empty t-shirt, but I can’t feel you I know your spoon as well as I know your mouth you have the look of the bed you rose…
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as a songwriter and performer, the work of opening the heart can be a lot.it can seem like you’re going around feeling everything — and that can be overwhelming. the audiences I seem to connect with the most are the ones that are feeling some of the same things I am. sometimes I play for…
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I never know when or how a song is going to end. I do know it has a way of bending. the end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end. it’s something that eludes formula and analysis. I can’t tell you how many times I have sung “loss,” and how often it was “love” that…
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