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…
First, just, thank you Saint Paul! Thank you Tim Houlihan and your band of music slinging warriors! We had so much fun. Too much fun. We had a massive basket of Easter egg colored fun. Our only complaint is no complaint at all, why did that bartender pour us a glass of Tequila in the…
In rural Iowa Julianne Mason said something I never expected to hear from her. She said, “Luke, I need you and Hek to dig a grave for Tom so that we can burn him in it.” Granted, she was filming a music video, and Tom was still alive enough afterwards to play our first…
Today, we took to the road. Last night at The Legion Bar in Williamsburg was an excellent way to close off a merry week in New York. A receptive crowd, a crowd of friends of the various acts, was there to do what concert goers want to do—have fun, bop to music, drink, laugh, let lyrics…
Last march I was joined by HEK, an Icelandic Singer/Songwriter and poet whom I had met in the previous year. He wrote the poem “Nowhere” right before he came to the US, and in Brooklyn taverns and late night jam sessions would recite it to whatevcer haphazard groups we’d managed to assemble. It has a…
