So, a pair of deer have found our backyard to be friendly ground.
OK, so I’m stuck with speakers through my computer, hearing aids to enhance my listening ability, a three-stack set of shelves that hold a broad selection of CDs, and much
I’ve long been interested in the role music plays in our culture, its historical basis, its racial context, its physical implications for human beings.
Well, I guess as I started reading the recent biography of Bob Dylan that I consciously reflected on the prominence of music, not only in my time, but in the universal realm. The human brain forms around it. Is it safe to say that our DNA carries a tune?
The second “Grange on the Green” of the summer will take place on Thursday July 8th from 5 p.m. – 7 p.m. on the Town Green. Music on the library porch will be performed by Shades of Blue Vermont.
About ten years ago, Julia Beerworth and her sister-in-law Anna Pepin began singing together at holiday functions. “We played for fun at home,” Beerworth said “and then we decided to try some local bars. I think our first performance was open mic at Radio Bean.”
In my last column I wrote about my daydreams in escapism and finally leaving the safety of my apartment to enter the real world. Well, folks, that day has come (sort of)!
The Library and the Grange are excited to announce a series of free outdoor music and farm events this summer.
With my cabin fever in mind, I spoke with Los Angeles-based Australian artist Joe McKee: musician, record label owner and creative wizard whom I admire for many reasons—one of which being that he traveled a great distance to produce his latest album,
It’s been a long time since I last wrote. I could say life got in the way of my column, but truthfully, I’ve been grappling with its format. This year has been tough on my music discovery—all of the world’s doom and gloom has encouraged me to revisit my all-time favorite sad-guy albums and stay inside.
I can remember my daughter-in-law’s mother saying that when an idea comes into her brain, it instantaneously comes out her mouth.
The act of missing people and places and friends and things is one of the many morose through lines of 2020, although the sentiment has spooled into my weird world of radio to create something good…or, at least, something I’m happy with.
During Vermont Open Farm Week, you can meet the farmers, plants, and animals that bring your favorite high quality Vermont products to your plate.
Greetings from Los Angeles. Admittedly, it’s been a while—perhaps too long—although I hope you’ll forgive my absence since I last wrote. The last couple of months have felt like years in themselves.
Still no news from the State of Vermont at this time. Senior centers around this state—and New England—continue to wait to learn when they can re-open, what activities will be allowed, and what the maximum number of participants permitted inside will be. The state has declared that those in the over-65 age category warrant special consideration—so, do not be confused by what is allowed for the general population.
Greetings from Los Angeles – where I write to you, floundering between violent boredom and mania-fueled productivity, tucked within the confines of my two-bedroom apartment. Maybe you too are spending far too long surfing the endless ocean of digital content.
Over the last couple of years, Mike Walker of Charlotte has been putting in a Herculean effort to promote and sustain interest in the live local music scene in Charlotte and nearby towns.
Greetings from Los Angeles – where I write to you in good health, albeit tortured by a strong case of cabin fever. A brief 10=word pandemic update: we’ve been on complete lockdown with no end in sight.
The Charlotte Grange is proud to host Pete Sutherland and Oliver Scanlon of Pete’s Posse on Sunday, March 8 at 4 p.m. Pete and Oliver will present “Fiddlers of the New Generation,” a showcase of their current students.
Greetings from Los Angeles! I’m writing to you around Valentine’s day (although I’m sure you’ll read this after) and I’m afraid this year’s is a bit lonely for me. You may recall from my last letter that I recently became engaged to a wonderful woman and she fell down a well?