Category: Little Epiphanies
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Music Business Readings
Here are some of my favorite readings on the independent music scene: Derek Sivers: www.sivers.org Founder of CD Baby, Derek Sivers not only created my favorite music distribution service, but also writes brilliantly about what it means to be an independent artist and, most importantly, how to do it. Jason Ricci: Jason is a brilliant…
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Jason Ricci: Stay in College
[box type=”shadow”]This article by harmonica player Jason Ricci is brilliant. It is one of my favorites and I am constantly sending it to friends. Since all things Jason Ricci have a way of disappearing from the web, I have taken the liberty of pasting a copy here so other musicians can benefit from it. [/box]…
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Wandering the bitter river
………………………………………………….. Sometimes I curse the road and long for home. Then I remember that I don’t have one. The road is the only home I have ever known. Every place I’ve ever tried to stay has only been a desperate attempt to hold to something that was already slipping away. Sitting by the side of…
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Bed Portraits
As someone who is obsessed with breaking through the barriers that we all throw up around our secret selves, I am constantly trying to find the chink that lets me through the armor. I like taking pictures of people in their beds. In our beds we are more vulnerable and more exposed than out in…
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Abandoned memories
Sometimes the best photo is the one that jumps out and grabs you as you walk down the street, lost in thought.
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The Road is My Home
I have felt the home country – the false country – falling behind me. I wonder why I didn’t take to the road sooner. Though, in all fairness, I did head out many times on voyages that lasted three weeks or fifteen years. The difference now is that then I was leaving some place, something…
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15-Minute Kisses
She waited a long time for another to come. Meantime her mind wandered to his lips and the way they felt over her body, not just on her lips. It was cold on the beach and she shivered. His kisses were never tentative but nor did they mistake depth or pressure for passion. They were…
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The Butterfly’s Wings
She dances through life, moving from partner to partner with such even-handed grace that no one takes affront. The lovers, men and women, cling to her, lose themselves happily in her world. The frankness of her gift is such that they all understand.
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A woman on the riverbank in repose
As the afternoon sun drops lower, the timbre of the light deepens, throwing a soft golden blanket over the two of us. All I want now is for her to sleep while I stay with her under a summer sun that settles on the horizon without ever dissolving into the ocean.