And I remembered something, of the four weeks I was here in Dharamshala before, I was in teachings, trainings, and intense clearings (pancha karma if you know what that means [are enemas involved? Yes but so much more!]).
On my last afternoon and Wat Klegonwan, the sky darkens, rains begin, thunder crescendos, the lights go out, and when trees begin crashing into the temple it becomes clear that this is no ordinary storm. The next day, a monk who has lived here for 23 years tells me it was the worst storm he…
In my experience, the best place to meet musicians who have access to that hidden well of melodic muses is to go to an eccentric bar off the beaten path. Musicians flock to underrated and unknown bars hosting their music like midnight moths hurl themselves into open flames. Scientists tell us that the moth’s motivation…
Her lyrics are endearingly lovely—like baby bunny rabbits, nestled near lambs, next to hamsters, wearing tiny sweaters. Somehow and AP reporter found her way onto this site, and this year these music mixes and the idea behind them was published as a feel good story all over the press wires with Sharing Music: A Personal…
Roger and Willow came like campfire moths to the two blazes placed a few feet apart from each other, a lint-flick from the main road. Roger did the introductions. Willow threw herself to the ground and rolled from side to side. Above us, an island of night clouds melted the moon into a mist of…
The last two stops on the Travel Write Sing Tour were in Iowa City and then in Julianne’s hometown, Marshalltown. The whole tour felt like a crescendo of music, friendship and of meeting the kind of people that you’re glad to know. The kind of people that make you glad there’s people in the world.…
But I will also have with me the image of Luke, Hek, and Tom. You guys, on your buses, with your guitars, walking in a gas station parking lot at night, lighting a cigarette, your thoughts and your secrets behind your eyes, and your rebel hearts totally undecided. Guest post and photos by Julianne Mason,…
Guest post by tour companion and friend, Tom Hoy I am hungry and tired. I have been hungry and tired for the better part of the last two weeks. When you’re on the road these states of being are constants. Food and sleep always come, but never regularly, and almost never to your total satisfaction.…
Guest post written by and photos provided by HEK. I gave away all my books and put my records in storage. I gave up my apartment and walked to the bus station holding a guitar and a suitcase. I was on my way to the airport. With a one-way ticket, I flew to New York…
Growing up in North Dakota, I don’t see it with the fresh eyes of people visiting for the first time. My tour compadres who had not spent time in the state were blown away about the reception they’ve received in North Dakota. Kudos North Dakota, you may not have Mount Rushmore, but your people are much friendlier…
