Jun 18, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire |
This blog is about a song, and this is the song: [audio: https://hipharp.com/cv/audio/ap2/10_caughtinspell_ap2.mp3] There were nights when I would walk through a deserted Pt. Reyes Station, with Black Mountain looming. I was 17 or 18, in love with a kid from town and...
Jun 17, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire |
Carol and Michael and I lived up above the Dance Palace, along with Emery, my dog. At one point, Sparks, who lived up the hill, started taking all his dinners with us, which was great, because Sparks actually knew how to cook. My culinary repertoire was spaghetti and...
Jun 14, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire |
40 years ago I left the place I loved to learn to be a musician. The place was Pt. Reyes Station in Marin County and the journey brings me back to the very spot of my first performance, where I’ll give a solo show 2013 at the Pt. Reyes Dance Palace in West...
May 29, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire, Performance |
When I left High School a few weeks before graduation – because, what was the point of graduating? – I joined a true dropout, my friend Jan, and her boyfriend Marty – a bona fide bearded hippy, and drove from LA up to a town called Bolinas, just north of San...
May 29, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire |
I worked in the West Marin Medical Center as a receptionist for doctors Whitt, Sokolosky and Kozinki from the time I was about 17 until I was 19 or 20. It was the only time in my life that I had a real job. I was the one who sent out the monthly bills, a...
May 29, 2013 | Marin Memories, Memoire, Performance |
Condition #1: I am easily star-struck. And then I get shy, and I can’t say anything. Or I say too much, or say stupid things. Condition #2: I’ve always thought of postal workers as celebrities. Especially post-masters. I think it’s because, when I was 7, I met the...
May 28, 2013 | Composing, Marin Memories, Memoire, Performance |
There was a moment when I made the transition in my life from person-who’s-passionate-about-music to professional musician. It sits in a picture frame in my mind, the moment of realization. I lived, then, just north of Pt. Reyes Station, California – in an old...
