MLK Day, on tour in the South

On this Martin Luther King day, I arrived on a bus with our tour company in Jacksonville, Florida, where we are playing the show for a week. Being a bright and crisp (55 degrees) sunny day, I asked Siri for the nearest grocery store, it being “Harvey’s”, and walked the half mile to get some…

November in Cleveland

If those words conjure romance and a warm feeling, you’re wrong. Can someone please explain what kind of dark karma envelops Cleveland? Did something terrible happen here – please let me know because I need an explanation. I feel this place has it in for me. I nearly got hit by a speeding car as…

Threeds is back!

We’ll be celebrating our Tenth Anniversary of being a rockin’ oboe trio this Friday night, October 26 at The Owl Music Parlor – 487 Rogers Avenue in Brooklyn. We’ll play from 8:30 – 9:30, with an after party to follow. Here is the website for the space: The Owl¬† The night will include three World…

Our Airbnb has a zebra snuggy!

Here we are in McAllen, Texas; we had a glorious free day Tuesday so, in the morning, after we were all fairly conscious (noon), we hopped into our rented Rav 4 and drove east to the Gulf Coast and South Padre Island. We passed many Whataburgers, malls, and big box stores, while listening to a…

Miss you, Dad

Wednesday was the two-year anniversary of my father’s passing. William Arthur Halvorson died on Labor Day, 2016. He bravely fought Parkinson’s Disease for the last 15 years of his life. My uncle Harry’s widow, Teresa, sent a sweet email to me and my siblings to mention it and wish us well, and that she was…

Get Back on the Bus

I came back to my home – Brooklyn – New York City – for just two days and it’s now Sunday night and tomorrow I fly from JFK to Tucson, to get back in the pit of Les Miz, to make the donuts, to go back to the grind, to crank out those 8 shows…

Transition Time

Alas, I have three days left of this primitive, beautiful life in Mexico. It seems so wrong to go back to the US, to the crazy lifestyle of running the rat race in my own culture. I love being an ex-pat in Mexico – I love slowly trying to learn the language – I love…