I am opening for Damien Jurado around Europe, starting Monday!
- February 18th - Amsterdam, NL - De Duif - find tickets
- February 19th - Ghent, BE - Handelsbeurs - find tickets
- February 20th - Hamburg, DE - Kampnagel - find tickets
- February 21st - Copenhagen, DK - Vega - find tickets
- February 22nd - Berlin, DE - Heimathafen - find tickets
- February 23rd - Cologne, DE - Gebaeude - find tickets
- February 25th - Munich, DE - Milla - find tickets
- February 26th - Ravenna, IT - Bronson - find tickets
- February 27th - Roma, IT - Lanificio 159 - find tickets
- February 28th - Milano, IT - Belleza - find tickets
- March 1st - Zurich, CH - El Lokal - find tickets
- March 2nd - Paris, FR - Cafe de la Danse - find tickets
- March 3rd - London, UK - Village Underground - find tickets
- March 5th - Dublin, IE - Whelan’s - find tickets
- March 7th - Santiago de Compostela, ES - Teatro Principal - find tickets
- March 8th - Valladolid, ES - Teatro Cervantes - find tickets
- March 9th - Zargoza, ES - Centro Civico Delicias - find tickets
- March 10th - Barcelona, ES - Apolo Theatre - find tickets
- March 11th - Valencia, ES - Teatro la Rambleta - find tickets
- March 12th - Algeciras, ES - Sala La Gramola
Once I held our love like a candle
The wax dripping a mold of my hands
After a while I moved closer so I could see you,
But it was much too dark
Now in the darkness,
You hold a wax mold of my hand.
When will you learn,
That I’ve gone looking for matches.
The light of our candle burnt out long ago.
Check out my new song, “Irene.”
This Alaskan tour has been so much fun! I am so happy I was able to come out here and play. What an experience! Thank you to Evan and Marty at Monolith Agency for bringing me out. I’ll definitely be back next year.
Alaska Tour Dates (November, 2013)
Tuesday, November 12 Arctic Entries 7pm Anchorage, AK
Wednesday, November 13 House Concert 7pm Anchorage, AK
Thursday, November 14 90.3 KNBA Interview 5:30pm Anchorage, AK
Thursday, November 14 Studio 2200 8pm Anchorage, AK
Friday, November 15 House Concert 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
Saturday, November 16 House Concert 7:30pm Fairbanks, AK
Sunday, November 17 KSUA ‘Take Out Session’ 7pm Fairbanks, AK
Thursday, November 21 House Concert 7:30pm Palmer, AK
Friday, November 22 Resurrect Art Coffee House 6:30pm Seward, AK
Saturday, November 23 House Concert 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
Sunday, November 24 Songwriting Workshop 7:30pm Anchorage, AK
For house concert info contact Evan Phillipsemail@example.com
I have been having such a lovely time in the UK and Europe. I have run out of CDs, but luckily my German friends were kind enough to lend me a stack of postcards and CDRs, so I got creative!
A few photos of us on our West Coast tour. They were taken by the lovely Jim Hobbs. :)
I drove by the house I grew up in today. Naturally, is has changed greatly. When my mother and I first moved in it looked like an aspiring gardener had lived there. The little evergreen-trimmed house was entirely out of place in the desert that it resided. With a browning lawn trying very hard to be green, the tallest tree in the neighborhood, a white picket gate, and a constantly over-grown backyard, you can understand it hardly belonged amidst the rock lawns, saguaro cacti, and jumping cholla plants. It had character and charm though. Something was always broken in our house, and the clocks were always wrong, but it was home. It’s where I learned the foundation of who I am. The sediment. The first layer. It served me, and I it. I had painted its’ walls just to kick them in. I had my first kiss in the back bedroom. I learned guitar on its bright red 1970’s carpet. It was quirky, but it was home.
Yet today as I drove by, replaying memories from blocks down all the way up to the driveway, I saw an unfamiliar place. Today I saw an all-brown house with a rock lawn, a newly painted brown fence, and neatly drawn curtains in the windows. The house had been re-made to look like the desert. Re-modeled. I could just smell the fresh paint from across the street. Whoever is living there now, started over. They may even be walking on new floors. It’s their home now. How odd that it once was mine.
It’s a strange feeling, living in the future, walking by your past.