Freeze and Thaw
1. Saint Anthony
2. O City!
3. Waiting for Ruth to Come Home
4. Freeze and Thaw
5. O My God When I Drop Dead (Right Click for FREE Download)
What Is This Wilderness?
6. Devil and the Desert
7. The Limited Voice of
the American Crow
8. Panic of 1837
9. Song of the Jack Pine
10. Love Song for a Prairie Fire
11. Drinking Song of a
The Farmer and the Nomad EP
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1. Words of Our Waking
2. The News about Michael,
Married in Mexico
4. Eugene, Oregon (Manifest Destiny)
5. Of Indiana (the shallow roots of corn,
the perennial blossoming of peonies)
6. The Farmer and the Nomad (Right Click for FREE Download)
A few weeks ago I gave Pete a call to check in about our tour preparations and, after chatting briefly, he said, “Well, I can’t really talk right now. I’m taking the engine out of a Chevy S-10.” Now, Pete’s a manly dude, but I must admit that I never thought I’d hear him utter those words. I should have known, however, that it was all in the name of art.
Pete’s first solo art show opens on Thursday at Gallery4Culture in Seattle, WA. Those of you in the area should definitely check it out. Learn more about it here.
When we were at Luther College earlier this month, we were lucky enough to be invited to swing by the studios of KWLC 1240AM to play some songs and discuss our views on Burger King veggie burgers. We are especially excited that Shawn Neary was there, too, and that we got to sing harmonies on one of his songs. You can stream it at KWLC’s website.
A big thanks to photographer Lawrence Sumulong for shooting these photos of us after our concert at Grinnell College. He is putting together a series of photographs of musicians in front of this school-picture/department-store-portrait backdrop, and we are excited to be included.
September 16th, 2009 :: On the banks of the Wapsipinicon
Before our show at Luther College, we found ourselves sitting on the bank of the murmuring trout stream that flows through Pulpit Rock Campground in Decorah, IA with Shawn Neary (The Wapsipinicon, Cloud Cult). Pete and I were searching out harmonies for a couple of his songs, and playing percussion with the dried cottonwood leaves on the ground, while Shawn strummed the five nylon strings on his weathered guitar. A little ways upstream, a man chopped firewood. The breeze whispered in the limbs of the trees lining the babbling brook.
After a week in the car, this experience was the most pleasant of surprises.
With Shawn’s permission, I am posting a couple recordings I made while we sat by the stream.
I’ve been a fan of this blog since I discovered it (and its corresponding email listserv) because of its devotion to the work of my favorite author, but I never expected to see Pete and I mentioned in one of its posts. (I always feel a little sheepish when people go searching for one of the most clear and important voices of our time only to turn up our mumblings.)