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POEM: commute

From 080725 Commuting Life

commute

heart pump blood
blood through veins
brain send signal
signal through nerves
nerve move muscles
muscles move leg
leg push pedal
pedal drive chain
chain turn wheel
wheel roll forward
repeat

14 January 2013
Auburn, AL

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POEM: centerpiece

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centerpiece
for Nicky

I filled a vase with rocks
gathered from a nearby stream
covered the rocks in water
to bring forth their perfect
imperfections

the vase is the centerpiece
of my dining room table
it helps me to remember
that food comes from somewhere
and that I, like the rocks,
am made from the stuff of this earth

13 January 2013
Auburn, AL

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POEM: Like A Good Neighbor

From My new apartment

Like A Good Neighbor

So now I’ve become the neighbor
who enters through the back door
like a character in a sitcom, or
stands just outside the front door
to steal a wi-fi signal with my phone.
But at least I’m somebody’s neighbor,
which is a big step in the right direction.
As of today there are blinds on the
glass door in the living room, so all
my wild debauchery is hidden
from the casual observer.
You know, all the dancing
to Stevie Wonder and Talking Heads
and watching movies from the 80s
and sitting on my weird carpet couch
writing poetry in my notebook.
I’ve seen neither spider nor fly
in my parlor, and I’ve yet to sneak in
a cat, so for now I await the pet rock
I was promised by the artist next door
and I talk to my electric kettle.
In this world, that seems as normal
as anything else. You should come over.

5 January 2012
Auburn, AL

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POEM: that he finds delight

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that he finds delight

in what we would otherwise ignore
is a blessing that shouldn’t be
taken for granted

every hat is a laser hat, every shirt
a suit of magical armor
no finger sword can pierce

he sheds identities like snakeskin
one moment he’s a ninja, the next
a secret agent, then a superhero

lifted into the air by adult hands
he is flying (not being carried)
as if gravity has looked the other way

he reminds us there is beauty in
the here and now, in the world-as-it-is
if we’ll only stop for a moment to look

4 January 2013
Auburn AL

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2012: My Ridiculous Year In Review

I hesitate to write this, but 2012 may have been the most tumultuous year of my life. (Dear 2013, please don’t feel you have to break any records.)

Toward the end of 2011 I met someone who in 2012 turned out to be one of the great loves of my life. By the end of the year, she was gone, we were finished, I was in Alabama and my show was over. I also spent half the year without a home of my own, and several months of it traveling more than 13,000 miles on Greyhound buses.

From Bushwick and more – Dec 2012

JANUARY

New Year’s Day 2012 included an interview for my former show, The Jazz Session, and a trip to the Museum of Modern Art in my former city with my former girlfriend and our former roommates. (Sensing a trend? So am I.) I did a lot of interviews in 2012, including with some major names in the jazz world. January was a good month for drummers – I spoke with Jack DeJohnette, Matt Wilson, Barry Altschul, Aaron Staebell and Deric Dickens. I also gave a talk at the annual JazzTimes conference. My topic was musicians telling their stories. You can hear the entire thing here (and see part of it, too).

From Trip to PA: Feb 4-5, 2012

FEBRUARY

Early in the month, I went to State College to visit my sons. For various reasons, my visits to PA were usually quite short. This one was just overnight. Back in NYC, I interviewed Charles Mingus’s widow, Sue, and saw great shows by Pete Robbins, James Shipp, the Mingus Big Band, Tim Berne’s Snake Oil, Peter Eldridge & Matt Aronoff, Enrico Rava, Ken Filiano, Vernon Reid, Myra Melford, Jeremy Siskind and The Wee Trio. (In one month!) I also went to a Vegan Shop-Up at the wonderful Pine Box Rock Shop in Brooklyn. I met DJ Soul Sister and Jeff Albert for the first time in person, and interviewed jazz giant Jimmy Heath at his Queens apartment.

From Warm nights, warm days in Brooklyn

MARCH

The month started in fine style with a show by Matt Wilson’s band at Dizzy’s. I’ve never been a huge fan of that club, but I do love me some Matt Wilson, and his show was hugely entertaining and musical. A few days later I traveled to Jersey to interview Billy Hart. I also saw a show by one of my favorite singers, Trixie Whitley. I went to State College again, this time for my son John’s sixth birthday. My sister, Gretchen, went with me. Carmen Staaf and I got together for the first of a few sessions of my poetry and her piano playing, although we never ended up doing a gig. I also hung out one-on-one for the first time with my friend Sally, who would go on to become an indispensable part of my life. On the 18th, a gang of us got together at the apartment my girlfriend and I shared to read Walt Whitman’s “Song Of Myself” (the 1855 version). It was a moving experience, as it always is. I went to Albany for one day to visit my doctor. My partner and I went to see Nellie McKay perform a show about Rachel Carson at some ultra-swanky place where we clearly didn’t belong. The show was worth it, though. We also went to another vegan shop-up. Oh, and I took my sister’s cat to the vet. Although this trip was no big deal, Chloe would go back to the vet later and be given a few months to live. But by the end of 2012, it turned out she was fine. I still don’t understand what happened.

From Trip to PA: April 26-28, 2012

APRIL

I went to a CD release party for Theo Bleckmann’s album of Kate Bush songs. It was so good – a real show, not just a performance of the songs. I took an extended walk around Washington Heights, one of my favorite parts of Manhattan, and talked with a friend about my role as a father. I saw Natalie Cressman play at The Jazz Gallery, months before she would become the final interview I conducted for my show. For the first time ever, I showed up at an interview without my recorder (the aforementioned Theo Bleckmann), so I had to go back home. I took the self-guided East Village Poetry Walk, which I can’t recommend highly enough. You can download the guided tour here. I saw my pal Josh Rutner play gospel music at St. Peter’s Church in Manhattan. It’s the “jazz church.” I interviewed Dave Brubeck’s son Chris in the Teddy Roosevelt Room at the Museum of Natural History. I went to a tribute to the poet Philip Larkin. Paul Simon was one of the readers, making it the only Paul Simon performance I’ve ever attended. I went back to State College to see my older son, Bernie, play saxophone in his first school concert. On the last day of the month, I interviewed one of the smartest people around, guitarist Vernon Reid (of Living Colour, etc.). Other shows I saw in April: Romain Collin, Jo Lawry and Kate McGarry.

From Daryl Shawn & Todd Reynolds at The Firehouse Space, May 2012

MAY

In May I met and interviewed vocalist Maria Neckam, whose album Unison was one of my favorite records of the year. I saw my pal Jill Knapp in New York, who would become my first host in June at the start of my tour. I interviewed my good friend Nicky Schrire, whose Freedom Flight was another of my faves. I also heard her perform at Rockwood Music Hall. At the beginning of the month, my girlfriend and I learned that we would have to move out of our apartment. She moved in with her parents, but I had nowhere to go and no money. So I decided to go on tour instead, taking The Jazz Session and my poetry around the country. At the end of the month, my friends Andrea Wolper and Ken Filiano hosted a farewell dinner for me. I did a ton of interviews in May, and also saw shows by Gregoire Maret (whose final song with Raul Midon was one of the live highlights of the year for me), Daryl Shawn and Foolish Hearts.


Me, somewhere.

JUNE

On June 1, my girlfriend accompanied me to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, where I boarded a Greyhound for Wilmington, DE. I stayed with Jill for a few days and had a great time with her and her partner, Matt. I also interviewed the guitarist Judith Kay. Then I went to State College to spend a couple days with the boys before heading south. I ended up doing an interview there, too, because Barry Kernfeld, the editor of the New Grove Dictionary of Jazz, lives in town. On the 5th I went to Shepherdstown, WV, where I gave a poetry reading and interviewed Jeff Cosgrove. On the 7th I went to Washington, DC. I attended a tribute to the poet Gwendolyn Brooks at the Library of Congress and met poet Sandra Beasley, whom I subsequently interviewed at a nearby coffee shop. I was also briefly naked in the Library of Congress because I was very overdressed and stripped down in the men’s room so I could put on cooler clothing. Certainly a career highlight for me. While in DC I did a freelance interview for an education company, and jazz interviews with several musicians. I saw a show by saxophonist Brian Settles. On the 10th I went to Richmond, VA, where I stayed with drummer Scott Clark and then with guitarist Scott Burton. I interviewed both of them, too, as well as educator Doug Richards. I read poetry at Chop Suey Books and saw a show by Janel & Anthony, who were kind enough to come to my reading. On the 14th I traveled to Charlottesville, WV, where I met my Twitter pal John Mason and heard John D’earth play at the club that launched Dave Matthews’ career. I was interviewed on WTJU and I did two interviews for my show, too. On the 16th I took a long bus ride to Nashville. I did a poetry reading there the following day and conducted several interviews, including with Jeff Coffin, saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band. I spent most of my time with Jeff and fellow saxophonist Evan Cobb, who has a great dog. I heard the Nashville Jazz Orchestra perform and saw fantastic shows by The Time Jumpers and the comedy/country team Doyle And Debbie. I did another radio interview, too. On the 20th, I went to Knoxville, TN, where I interviewed pianist Donald Brown. I also took a canoe trip on the Little River and did a poetry reading. On the 23rd I took an insane bus trip from Knoxville to NYC to see my girlfriend. Then on the 26th it was back down south, this time to Raleigh to meet Twitter pal David Menestres. From there it was on to Atlanta, where I interviewed jazz organist Matthew Kaminski at his day job – as the organist for the Atlanta Braves. On the 29th I traveled to Auburn, AL, at the suggestion of Twitter pal Patrick McCurry. I did a poetry reading at The Gnu’s Room bookstore on the 29th and was interviewed there for public radio on the 30th. Little did I know the role Auburn would play in my future.


A second line in New Orleans.

JULY

On July 2 I realized a lifelong dream when I traveled to New Orleans. I went to Jeff Albert’s Open Ears Music Series and also went to several second lines to commemorate the death of Uncle Lionel Batiste. I spent a week in New Orleans before heading back north to New York to see my girlfriend, then to State College to spend time with my sons. I stayed in State College from July 18 through the 25th, when my debit card was hacked and I had to travel to NYC to get a new one. I returned to State College the next day and stayed till August 3.


This happened in August.

AUGUST

I spent the weekend of August 3 in beautiful Tarrytown, NY, with my girlfriend. Then it was back to State College until the 7th, when one of my relatives by marriage, um, caused my plans to change. In somewhat of a scramble, I went back to New York, where my sister and my friends Daryl and Deborah were kind enough to give me places to stay. While I was back in NYC, I saw shows by Keith Ganz, Aaron Parks, Josh Rutner & Twelve Gates, Fay Victor and Jersey Band. I also did a solo two-day meditation retreat. At the end of the month I flew to Detroit as a guest of the Detroit Jazz Festival.


With my friend Mike and his son Jack in Mississippi.

SEPTEMBER

I spent Labor Day weekend in Detroit at the Jazz Festival. I MC’d a few shows, including one by the wonderful David Binney. I interviewed Geoffrey Keezer and Donny McCaslin, and did my third interview (the first one face-to-face) with Sonny Rollins. After the interview, Sonny and I and our mutual friend Terri spent an hour or so talking about life. It was beautiful and humbling. On September 4, I took a bus to Windsor, Ontario and then a Greyhound to Ottawa to stay with my pals Renee Yoxon and Craig Pedersen. While in Ottawa I did a Skype interview with the Upaya Zen Center, where I planned to go stay after my tour. I also interviewed bassist John Geggie and journalist/pianist Peter Hum. And I locked myself out of the house briefly. On the 9th I took a train to Montreal, where I met and interviewed Twitter pal (and pianist) David Ryshpan and stayed with David’s friend Sarah MK. The next day was my 39th birthday, so I treated myself to a little boat trip. Sarah and her friend gave me a little cake and sang to me, which was lovely. I also saw music by the Kalmunity Collective. On 9/11 I went back to NYC, where Jonathan Matz, a listener to my show, kindly offered me a place to stay. I had a small birthday dinner with friends. I met the guitarist Joshua Maxey for pizza. I saw shows by the DIVA Jazz Orchestra (with the wonderful Nadje Noordhuis), The Respect Sextet and Anat Cohen. And I did the final interviews for my show. On September 21 I got back on a Greyhound bus and went to Jackson, MS, to spend a week with my friend Mike Roberts and his family. Mike and I were union organizers together, and he’s one of the most important people in my life. While I was there I was accepted to the Upaya Zen Center and made plans to go there in October. On the 28th I went back to Auburn to stay for a couple weeks.


The Gnu’s Room in Auburn, AL.

OCTOBER

In early October, Tina Tatum offered me a non-paying job as the assistant director of The Gnu’s Room. I accepted, canceled my trip to Upaya, and decided to live in Auburn. I went to State College for a few days to spend time with the boys, then headed back to Alabama. I did a poetry reading at The Gnu’s Room on the 12th and attended the store’s fall music festival the next day. On October 19, I posted the final episode of The Jazz Session. I saw quite a lot of music and heard several authors read. Late in the month, my girlfriend and I had our come-to-Jesus conversation about the end of our relationship. At the end of that same week…

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With my pal Marie, who plays in a band called HeY!ALLigator.

NOVEMBER

…I missed Bernie’s 10th birthday, the first of my sons’ birthdays I’d ever missed. Between that and the break-up, I was thinking I’d made a horrible mistake. By Monday, though, I decided I needed to stick it out in Auburn for a while and take a shot at rebuilding my life. So I made a one-year commitment to myself to stay. I went hiking at Chewacla State Park and at Lake Martin. I went to a Diwali celebration at the university. I saw lots of music at The Gnu’s Room and heard Katie Martin perform several times. I went to Thanksgiving at the home of Tina & Kelley (owners of The Gnu’s Room) and made another Thanksgiving dinner with a friend. And I did the first interview for a new podcast series based at The Gnu’s Room. And at the end of the month I had my heart broken in what turned out to be the real end of the love story.

From Christmas In PA (2012)

DECEMBER

In December I was hired by the College of Human Sciences at the University of Auburn to do web work and create content for the college’s various sites. My first full-time job in two years. I also signed the lease on my first solo apartment in two years. Thanks to some help from a very generous friend, I was able to fly to State College to spend Christmas with my sons. I met several new friends, too. As the year ended, I worked at The Gnu’s Room while the university was closed. I moved into my new place on December 27. And on New Year’s Eve I was on my weird built-in couch relaxing with a cup of tea.

So there you have it. Twelve months of change, travel, love, loss, music and discovery. Who knows what 2013 will bring?

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POEM: skylight

skylight

the rain is falling
against the skylight
I finally did it, Kate
found us a place to be

but I was too late

by the time my feet
found solid ground
we had evaporated

like mist
off a morning pond

28 December 2012
Auburn, AL

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REVIEW: Nikki Talley at The Gnu’s Room

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(18 December 2012) AUBURN, AL – When it’s just right, music can carry us up above everything and put us in touch with something greater than ourselves. Tonight in Auburn, Nikki Talley gave that kind of performance.

After a long day at work and the longest run I’ve ever completed, I was dragging by the time 7 p.m. rolled around. I trudged out to the truck and drove over to The Gnu’s Room anyway to hear a singer who describes herself as a “ hardworking, energetic, mountain girl with a big voice.”

Well let me tell you, she’s selling herself short. Her voice isn’t big, it’s all-encompassing. It fills up a room and everyone in it. When she was singing it was all I could do to keep my feet on the floor and not drift up into the sky.

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Talley sang mostly her own songs and played acoustic guitar and banjo, accompanied on acoustic and electric guitars by her husband Jason Sharp. The Gnu’s Room has a wonderful, warm sound, so Talley’s voice needed no amplification. Honestly, with a voice as strong as hers, it would have been too much in that small space anyway.

It wasn’t just her voice, either. Her whole body made music, and her face conveyed every emotion and heightened every lyric. I pulled my gaze away long enough to look around the room and saw every single eye in the house completely focused on her. If she’d been a cult leader rather than a singer, we all would have been in trouble.

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She’s a strong songwriter, focused mostly on the themes that make the best country music universal – getting in trouble, finding and losing love, living on the road, trying to make ends meet. One of the standout songs of the evening was “Anna Marie,” a song in which she imagines her grandmother as a mermaid and a siren, calling sailors to their doom. It’s from her most recent studio album, Beautiful Charmer.

IMAG5850 Jason Sharp was no slouch, either. I’ve spent years listening to people who are extremely good at improvising, and Sharp should be added to that list. Despite looking like he was barely touching the guitar, Sharp managed to make himself heard with one fluid, melodic solo after another. He even added some lovely vocal harmony to a cover of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire.” In fact, I could have done with more of his harmonies. And more of Talley’s sublime clawhammer banjo, too.

Speaking of covers, Talley took complete possession of Rod Stewart’s “Maggie.” In a just world, her version would be an enormous hit. (You can hear it for yourself on her album, To Be A Bird.)

I know I’m supposed to say some critical things so this review isn’t just one long gushing lovefest, but I’ve got nothin’. It was one of the most musical, most impassioned performances I’ve heard this year, and all I can say to you is if Nikki Talley comes to your town, cancel the wedding and go hear her.

(Nikki Talley: website | Twitter | Facebook)

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POEM: Turtles

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Turtles

On the first day, we saw a stick floating on a pond.
With my poor eyesight, I thought it might be a turtle.
You said it was a stick, but beneath the stick
there was a turtle on a bicycle, pedaling his way
across the pond. It’s turtles all the way down, I said.

On the second day, you gave me an index card.
On it was drawn our stick, and beneath the stick
a stack of turtles, one of whom was on a bicycle,
pedaling his way across the pond. These turtles
remind me of someone I loved very much, I said.

On the third day, that someone reappeared
from out of the blue, like a turtle popping its head
above the surface of the water. She asked me
whether there was any hope of reconciliation.
Show me your bicycle, to prove you’re real, I said.

18 December 2012
Auburn, AL

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Poetry Reading: A Few Recent Poems

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Now that I live in Alabama, and most of you don’t, I decided to make a short recording of several recent poems for those of you who can’t come to my live readings. This lasts about 10 minutes, and was recorded in my bedroom on a rainy night in Auburn. Enjoy!

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POEM: Leonard Cohen In Alabama

Leonard Cohen In Alabama
(for Marian Carcache)

Leonard is singing to Marianne.
I’ve got my window open to catch
the sound of a thunderstorm, rare
here in this time of drought.

My office is like a bomb shelter —
I could turn up the music if I wanted to.
But I don’t. There’s no sweeter
sound than the rain outside.

I imagine Leonard in Alabama
in an immaculately tailored gray suit,
long legs carrying him down
the dusty Federal Road

through towns where the mail
no longer runs. His close-
cropped hair the only commonality
with the all-but-forgotten farmers

who watch silently from atop their tractors
as he passes like a ghost or the taxman.
Decades ago he might have carried
a guitar, now he worries the brim

of the fedora that’s never far from his side.
He learned to dress this way from his father,
the same way these men learned
to work the land from their fathers,

the same way all men are bound
by what little a father can teach,
what a mother can fill in.
Bound and determined and

waiting for the rain to end
so I can make it to my car.
That’s not true. I don’t mind the rain.
I’m waiting for this song to finish.

10 December 2012
Auburn, AL

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Photo credit: Jimmy Emerson

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POEM: Sunday Night Sketch

Sunday Night Sketch

Come for the basket of deep-fried shrimp.
Stay because every little while
she laces her hands behind her neck
and laughs the bar alight.

9 December 2012
Auburn, AL

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POEM: Epiphany At Jimmy John’s

Epiphany At Jimmy Johns

One day at lunch,
eating a veggie sub,
the sadness just went away.
Who can explain
the inner workings
of the human heart,
or why sprouts,
cucumbers and tomatoes
are an elixir stronger
than lost love?

8 December 2012
Auburn, AL

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Sometimes, if someone hurts you badly enough, you think you might never get over it. But you do. Tempus omnia sanat.

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