This is my third and last post about Montpelier’s flood, the first bonafide federal disaster I’ve ever lived in and witnessed first-hand. Seven weeks later, the flood doesn’t rate the national news anymore. The early, fun photos of drowned streets, the flashy videos on TV, the press clamoring at...
It’s been a month now, and we keep discovering new dimensions of the disaster. We know our flood is not Kyiv under Russian bombardment, nor the Maui fire – but it’s bad. Our hearts go out to the people there with greater understanding. But even as we come back,...
One of the oddities of my life is the enduring interest people express in my long-ago musical career. I still get mail about my records, concerts, guitar pedal-capo, touring with Alex de Grassi and Michael Hedges, and so on. It’s odd because I haven’t recorded or performed in decades....
I didn’t write On Brassard’s Farm as social commentary – it’s a story that celebrates Vermont small farms and wild lands, romantic love, community, and just being alive. True, it’s set on a struggling dairy farm, and I depicted the hardships and uncertainties of that life. But as I...