Is it possible to forget how to write? Because I haven’t done anything here in almost a month, and it feels weird. I had a couple posts in the queue — decent ones actually — but now they’re a little bit dated. Ho hum.
So as August/September is prone to be, things have been crazy. Really crazy. In the week between conferences, between living out of suitcases and nurturing my two vocation-passions (radio/music and writing/creativity) I thought I’d pop back in to say hello and share a few things I’ve written for other places. If you haven’t seen them before, please enjoy them and pretend I posted something new. :)
JFH has been keeping me rather busy… a couple of music reviews and an interview, with more on the way! Autumn is a full season for good music releases, so I direct you to these for now…
- Andrew Peterson – Light for the Lost Boy: My second ever 5 star review… first that earned the score after months of deliberation. This record is a gem, and I can’t recommend it enough. I left out the part about how the second half made me weep in my car. (the best part, I’ve been told)
- An interview with Mr. Peterson, in which we talk about the new record, songwriting, Hutchmoot, and Bon Iver. Or perhaps more accurately, 40 minutes of mutual nerdiness with one of my writerly heroes. Such a privilege.
- Derek Webb – Ctrl: The trippy and wonderful new record I already plugged here. I spent way too long puzzling out the significance of Sacred Harp samples and the ties with his side project Sola-Mi – Nexus. That was either research or procrastination. You decide.
|Art by Lauren Dubinsky for
The Good Women Project
Also, I’m pleased and a little freaked out to mention that a month or so ago I had my first piece published at The Good Women Project. I didn’t plug it here because it’s one of those personal stories I’m stupidly neurotic about sharing, but after too many people got wind of it and asked me to email the link… well…. here you go. Yes, I wrote about singleness. No, it’s not whiny. (I hope.)
So there you go. I wrote. I miss writing. These times of losing touch come and leave me a little lost, but in time it comes back around. To new folks who have dropped by from Good Women and other places around the Internet, welcome. I hope you find something meaningful here.
To my dear friends and readers that stick around through the dry spells, you rock. Thank you.