I'm back in Austin.




I tend to process events through songs. This election has brought up two songs, one ominously prophetic and one reassuringly resigned, and I think…
And you to whom adversity has dealt the final blow, With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go, Turn to and put out all your strength of…
I found this amazing critter on my cooler when I was packing up at the end of this year's Kerrville Folk Festival.