Violin in the Snow

My new spoken word story about being a musician: a non-visual, all-audio adventure...

As if I haven’t told everyone enough about my life, here’s a new spoken word story about my relationship with music.

I first performed this story for the Poets & Storytellers open mic hosted by EchoThread Books at Wull & Oak in Hopewell, New Jersey, and then made this recording of it in my living room—for you guys.

Violin in the Snow, which I recorded on my phone (after first checking the acoustics in the bathroom: too much reverb; and then in my studio: too many trucks going by, plus an insanity of birdsong), further illuminates the rat’s nest of my creative wiring. I am a graphic novelist—my third book, Where There’s Smoke, There’s Dinner: Confessions of a Cartoonist Cook will be out this November—who used to illustrate children’s books, was in a band for about a decade, and is now working on a memoir in prose.

P.S.—I also took singing lessons for a year, and I still can’t bring myself to erase all my practice recordings from my phone, but trust me (Alec Baldwin whisper:) they are not good.

This year has been a wild side-hike for me into the story wilderness. Discovering where the story is, where it wants to take me and how it wants to get there, keeps me constantly entertained. I hope it entertains you too.

And thanks for coming out tonight! You’ve been a lovely audience.