Oct. 20th: CMJ Festival @ Living Room, NYC

Oct. 20th: CMJ Festival @ Living Room, NYC

CMJ Festival is back, and I’m playing at the Living Room with an amazing string trio: Jessie Reagen Mann – Cello Hiroko Taguchi – Violin Whitney LaGrange – Viola Oct. 20th, 10:45p The Living Room 154 Ludlow St., NYC Free admission Facebook Invite:...
Mon., Oct. 17th: The 9 Songwriter Series

Mon., Oct. 17th: The 9 Songwriter Series

My City Winery debut. Details: “The 9 Songwriter Series” is a live music showcase based in Washington, DC. Each installment features nine different solo singer/songwriters performing in rotation, providing audiences with a rich, intimate, varied listening experience. Monday, Oct 17th the series returns to The City Winery in NYC. Doors are at 6pm and show is at 8pm. Advance tickets are $12, at the door $10. Buy your tickets here: http://citywinery.com/events/221634 The Other 8: Justin Trawick www.justintrawick.com Adam Levy www.adamlevy.com Matt Simons www.mattsimonsmusic.com Andy Zipf www.andyzipf.com Jesse Ruben www.jesseruben.com John Schmitt www.Facebook.com/johnschmittmusic Christine Hoberg www.christinehoberg.com Sierra Noble...

Video: “Free” (Live)

Recorded at the Living Room, NYC 06/30/11 They sent me here to rest To get the weight off of my chest While they work 9 to 5 Cheat on husbands and wives And tell me I’m the one who’s depressed And I’m left to define what’s insane To the same folks who jailed Galileo And explained him away They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is free I went places you just don’t go I saw things you can’t tell them you know And when they’re standing stark naked sometimes it’s just wiser To compliment the cut of their clothes And know they define what’s insane Based upon what makes them look good at the end of the day They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is free But I’m the one chained to the bed That’s just proof I got into their heads And I witnessed their colorless landscapes Saw the lovers who were too bored to stay And walked the gray roads of their memories That just stop at the end of the page They’re a little too sad to hate They’re just children who ran Out of paint I’m up for review in a month And I’ll watch them drink water from crystalline glasses They’ll sit and stare like smoke damaged chairs Round a smoldering pile of ashes And I’ll try to define what’s insane To the same folks who’ve consistently killed those with something to say They, who are we, who are wondering which one of us is...