Musings and Ramblings on Music and Life

Lady Gaga and Miss F.C.

I want to talk about Lady Gaga. I also want to talk about my first piano teacher. And I want to talk about how those two seemingly disparate personalities are connected. 

First off, I love Lady Gaga. If the truth…

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Madness & Magic

We’re heading south on route 45 in Mississippi, on our way to New Orleans, and I’m writing this post from the passenger seat of the Rialta. We have four shows under our belt, four more left on this tour of…

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Breath and Tremble

I’m not sure how to begin this missive. I have no anecdotal approach to start this conversation. I only have this cold and painful truth. Last week, I learned that someone I was once very close to took her own…

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How you do anything...

It's a cold, raw day in one of the most bizarre winters we’ve seen in a long time — temperature swings of 70 degrees, snow, ice, rain, and everything in between — and I’m tossing the logs Dennis has recently…

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How about a game of catch?

Connection: “a source of supply for goods, materials, etc., that is scarce, difficult, or illegal to obtain.” And, of course, (slang): “a person who sells drugs directly to addicts.” 

Of the many definitions offered by dictionary.com, those were the two…

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Chop Wood, Carry Water

At this very moment, I reside on the edge of anxiety and acceptance, a familiar crossroad of a recognizable and well-worn route and the proverbial path less chosen. While there are challenges to be faced in any career, the peculiarities…

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What a year it's been...

The year is winding down and while our calendar appears to be rather calm, things are anything but that here at Society of Broken Souls headquarters. That saying about no rest for the weary or the wicked? Feels pretty appropriate…

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Princesses Need Not Apply

Shit is breaking down — in our 22 year old RV, in my ability to deal with the challenges of traveling in a 22 year old RV, in Dennis’s patience with his wife’s inability to deal with the challenges of…

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Counting on the Kindness of Strangers

We are parked at soggy, muddy campground just outside of Eureka Springs, our first day off in what feels like many, many moons. It’s spring in the Ozarks — which apparently means cool temperatures and a good healthy mountain wind…

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Finding Gratitude in a January Rain

It’s 11:03 pm on Monday, January 16th. Martin Luther King Day. I type these thoughts of gratitude, counting my blessings, amazed at my good fortune — all the while with a bruised and battered rib cage, a brutally stiff back…

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Prairie Skies, Wildflowers, and Farm Dogs

The past few months have been a bit of a whirlwind for us, juggling all the different and always spinning plates of our lives, with nary a day off. But this past weekend we decided to take a little mini…

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Things Still Left Unsaid

"My heart feels full and life seems well lived because of listening to your music." 

It is hard to express how grateful we were to read these words, which recently graced our email inbox, from a new member of…

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Our Beautiful Scars

When they ask us to play, lord, we take what we can get.

Those words come from a song I wrote back in 2006, and, honestly, it still rings true 10 years later. So when I was asked to play…

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