July 23rd, 2009
In further news today I delivered village mail on bicycle for TRUCK< avoided the swine flu quarantine house, interviewed a cow about it’s excitement to see Supergrass at the Festival, frolicked in the heathers, wrote tunes, painted signs, and ate at another nicely enforced big family/friend dinner by Mamma Bennett.
July 20th, 2009
im staying with the outstanding Bennett family, who run Truckfest, which makes me very lucky! grandfather Bennett was a part of the Inklings, a writers group including C.S. Lewis, J.R. Tolkien, who sat in a pub, the Eagle and the Child, and worked through manuscripts. just where does one begin in a house with shelves full of original C.S. Lewis, Tolkein, bound Milton, Keats, Browning, many treasure authors i don’t know, Faery Tales and unending histories…? feels like magic, wish i could be on house arrest here for a while just to make a small dent.not to mention how nice it is to wait for the train to pass, the gate to lift, walk the narrow cobble stone path to the North Star in the royal blue nite and have some passing people smile and say, “Evening.”
July 20th, 2009
last nite, cider from a barrell at the ole north star pub. morning cobblestone walk rolling greens, medieval church, horses, chicks, ducklings, garden… everyone’s here working away in Steventon, painting signs, putting up fences and tents on the farm, planning in the office, getting ready for Truck 12 music festival this weekend! amazing people workin together, a beautiful chaos & sweetness in Oxfordshire…
photos by the lovely Alex Marvar (who just happens to be directing a golf cart around Truck below:)
July 17th, 2009
can’t think of a better landing into England, tho i do feel like the energizer bunny… ~ 8:30 pm, male stewardess informs drinks are complimentary -> arrive 7:30 am London -> bus to Oxford, hello nap & tea, bus back to London -> tube to Brixton -> meet up with the gang at the Windmill, play to spirited crowd. -> sit in sing with Dusty and Danny and the Champs sets -> bus back to Oxford -> 4am chips n’ mayo on pita ~ sleep?
May 16th, 2008
As fate would have it, one wheel on my suitcase went broke on the first day of my trip. So for I literally dragged what the airport weighed as a 70 pound bag (pedals and cables dudes) around 4 cities in 3 countries before I sold enough cds to remedy the situation. This train effort however misses the guitar on my back and smaller rolling suitcase that flanked my other hand. Oh, the super human strength of touring.
SWEDEN, you are incredible!!!
ITALY, here I come!!! to open up several shows for the dubious Rufus Wainwright. Can’t wait!