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February 2019
February 2019

I went out to see Bill and we walked. We walked in the morning after feeding the horses, donkey, goats, chickens, ducks. It seemed like one of the goats might be going to die but then he didn’t, and in fact never required the shot we drove into town to get from the bartender.

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January 2019
January 2019

January 4-10 I'll tour northern California and southern Oregon alone with a couple of acoustic guitars and a microphone. If ensemble play is a conversation, solo performance is a conversation with yourself, frequently about your shortcomings…

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December 2018

We toured behind the Blood Brothers record for six months, from Spring Green, Wisconsin to White Sulphur Springs, Montana, with stops in Los Angeles, Amsterdam, Philadelphia, Seattle, Nashville. We traveled in the twilight of late capitalism…

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November 2018
November 2018

Morning folks. I don't have much to say and less time to say it, as I have to catch a plane west and I forgot to rent a van. My daughter is getting ready for school, I can hear her singing…

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October 2018
October 2018

I woke to the train in the early dark. Years ago we almost didn't buy this house perched thirty feet above the railway grade and bordering an old tool-and-die factory, but now the sound of a train whistle dopplering at 4 a.m. is a sweet reminder that I'm in my own bed…

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September 2018
September 2018

Well, Billy’s Kickstopper (TM) campaign is almost ready to launch. He figures he’ll need at least twenty grand to not make a record. If he hits his goal, we expect this new model of preventive crowd funding to spread like wildfire in the Americana scene…

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August 2018
August 2018

The cast iron of the wood stove under hand in the early morning in August is cool to the touch. A battered and oxidized copper teapot rests atop it, empty and dusted with a fine black powder knocked from the joints of the stove pipe…

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July 2018
July 2018

The album came out while we were on the road in the Midwest. We played the last announced show in Des Moines, and then one more, a private performance in an old dairy barn outside of Iowa City…

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June 2018
June 2018

‘Do the dishes / With the windows open’ is the first line of the first song on the new record Blood Brothers, slated for release on the 22nd of this month. That’s a Friday, and I expect to be on stage in Des Moines with the boys, finishing up the Midwest release tour…

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May 2018
May 2018

I meant to get this letter out yesterday but instead I got into my truck and went fishing. I was only home from the road late the night prior, stopping for a bottle of Coke to keep my eyes open on the night drive from the airport, because I’d been bumped up to first class…

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Blood Brothers

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the moment at which I don a top hat and threadbare carnival barker’s jacket and make myself hoarse in harassing the clientele, the passersby on the internet midway, singing relentlessly the praises of a writer and singer of unusual authority...

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April 2018
April 2018

I holed up most of March, lashed heroically to the desk and chasing various details related to the release of my forthcoming album, as it snowed, and then snowed again. I ignored the empty three-weight reel and the winter resupply of flies and lines forlornly piled on the bookshelf, and kept myself to the strictest rations...

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February 2018
February 2018

We stayed at the Hotel Boulderado, because the club had a rate, and because of the John Prine song that mentions it. Sure enough our room was at the dark end of the hall, no particular distinction in an old hotel trimmed in wood paneling. In the morning I sat at the bar...

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January 2018
January 2018

Last summer I fished a river I used to fish regularly, on a hard-to-reach stretch I’d noted in years prior but never got around to investigating. The river bellies away from the road there a mile or more, cutting a sheer wall from a fold of granite...

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December 2017
December 2017

Heineken tastes different in the Netherlands, and different again at altitude, on an airplane. I haven’t had the chance to try it on a flight within Europe to find out whether it tastes different in a third and unanticipated way. And I don’t like Heineken. But I do like science...

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November 2017
November 2017

It’s been ten years since I shaved, or wore a tie. I know it because an old friend celebrated his wedding anniversary, and I stood up in that wedding with a clean shave and a four-in-hand, not because I liked it, but because I grew up with my grandparents and I thought there might be grandparents on the scene...

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October 2017
October 2017

I've been listening to Tom Petty, thinking about the way he could sing a literal statement without metaphor or ornament, and deliver it with a conviction that made it move like poetry. Ricky Nelson had that power, and Eddie Cochran too...

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September 2017
September 2017

Driving an old truck requires that you do everything slowly. It takes a few minutes to warm up, and an old carbureted engine won’t be gunned into traffic, because it’ll kill or falter if you don’t feather in the gas. Likewise, stomping down on the brakes of a truck built to carry a payload...

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August 2017
August 2017

I spent three weeks on the ground in Montana in July, care-taking the Castle up at Billy's, and preparing elaborate meals with the band, our families, and various old friends passing through, everyone laughing and drinking wine on the deck late into the evening as the long northern light fell away...

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July 2017
July 2017

There were some years in the middle, eight or nine of them, when I didn't collect e-mail addresses at shows. It was a pain in the ass, one more thing to carry, and anyway the proliferation of online platforms made it start to seem quaint...

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June 2017
June 2017

We run a tight ship here at Jeffrey Foucault (TM) but sometimes exigent circumstances intervene and the mailer arrives late. Was it that fifty percent of domestic production staff decamped to an island somewhere to write songs, causing me to move my electric guitar rig into the kitchen and play Neil Young...

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May 2017
May 2017

We cut a new album in the middle of a Midwest tour, returning to Pachyderm studio in rural Minnesota, this time with both incarnations of the road band: Eric Heywood in your right speaker and Bo Ramsey in your left, Moses and Billy down the center line, if you can imagine that...

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April 2017
April 2017

I've been off the road for month writing songs, and tonight I'll meet Billy in Minneapolis to begin a Midwest tour. I don't want to start a panic and cripple the internet, but tickets for these Midwest shows are still available and we're playing some lovely rooms...

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March 2017
March 2017

Moses and Billy and I had a nice little run around New England last week, enjoying the seventy degree February days and contemplating the end of civilization. Ten thousand years is a pretty good run when you consider it...

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February 2017
February 2017

I decided to take the spring easy, tour once a month or not at all, maybe cut a new record. It's a plan we call 'Stay Home and Go Broke' and now and then it's the right plan, even if its exercise describes a certain privilege in our lives. I discovered this privilege the week I dropped out of college. I was sitting on the deck...

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January 2017
January 2017

Happy New Year. If the phrase itself doesn’t cue the mirthless laugh-track in your mind, we probably shouldn’t drink together right now. I’m having a hard time making peace with the idea that a third of the country voted to hand the nuclear codes...

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December 2016
December 2016

In December we'll finish the year on the road back home in our native Midwest with shows at the Ninth Ward in Buffalo, NY (11/30); Hugh's Room in Toronto, ON (12/1); the Tip Top Deluxe in Grand Rapids, MI (12/2); The Ark in Ann Arbor...

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