I had the privelage of sharing the stage with the very lovely Amy Clarke at Sidewalk Cafe last month for a benefit concert she did for the v...

I randomly stumbled upon this clip of me performing Lemon Scented in Montréal Canada in October of last year. The funny thing is that you c...

This diversion is dedicated to the wonderful Mister Jason S. of D.U.M.B.O. Brooklyn and comes courtesy of the Yeast Radio where it recently...

She met buddah on a downtown train He said baby let me ease our pain so she crossed her legs and she meditated when she could. She met a fri...

It is odd for me to think of myself as delicate or fragile, a butterfly that so easily can be squashed by a careless foot or hand. Alas, it...

A few days ago, on our way to the grocery store, Konstantine and I encountered an older Caribbean woman, as is a fairly regular occurance in...

In the murky waters of my mind has been a project titled "The Ocean & The Easel". The best way I can describe it is that it is...

One of the things that I love about vinyl records (besides the sound) is that many songs that were originally released on vinyl were never t...

My history with organized Christianity is a sordid one, or rather one littered with guilt and pain. As the great Tori Amos once sang "...

On Sunday I had the privilege of being part of a group of artists who gathered in Greenpoint Brooklyn to create a local music record store a...

Lately I have found my fingers tickling the ivories quite a bit, so to speak. I have no formal training on piano, nor have I ever performed ...

This afternoon is sponsored by Brazil and a crazy tranny who should be an inspiration to us all. Don't give up on your dreams, even if y...

In the blink of an eye everything can change. It is a delicate line that we tread with nature. Yesterday, a Magnitude 7 earthquake rocked t...

As many of you know, I puchase music almost exclusively on vinyl if it is available in that format. For me, personally, I find that the sou...

I got a wonderful Christmas gift from K that has brought me a great deal of joy. It helped me to laugh while angry midwestern women with bad...

image randomly stolen from the internet following a google search. uncredited, so sue me. "WHAT?"You may be asking yourself is pi...

It's 11 days since my lips have touched the sweet booze nectar, the lubricant of conversation and the creator or casualty and miscommuni...

Photo of & by Carrie Thomas Sally Sells Seashells by the Seashore She wanted to go to college but her parents couldn't afford to sen...

At the end of October, I travelled to Vermont and finished the final mixes on my 2nd album. I also got to spend some quality time with my v...