Monday, May 28, 2007

So...the Fla Folk Festival has been rescheduled for November. I reckon I'll try to be there one way or one day or another. Unless a recording gig comes up -- that's the time of year I tend to be busiest. Unfortunately, Mary and Frank have a prior engagement for that weekend so they are opting to take a spot next Spring instead.

On the subject of folk music and such, I'm hoping eventually to do house concerts (or at least musical get-togethers) here at Peanut Road. I certainly have the space, a sound system, I'm reasonably near to some urban centers. My wrap-around porch would be a good stage, too. We'll see. But I definitely need to work on the plumbing here first!

I am getting the place more livable -- and workable -- all the time. My office/art studio is finally set up and usable. No excuse not to get some work done now. Next up is the recording studio/music room. That will be a somewhat larger undertaking, in terms of getting it fully set up and professional. I can work in it right now, though, for editing and such. Probably I'll have to get (or build, more likely) some sort of isolation booth for recording in the immediate future. I work on the plumbing or the booth first...

Friday, May 18, 2007

Steve is very, very sad. The Florida Folk Festival has been canceled due to the wild fires. I remember going over to White Springs for the festival a few years ago when it was quite smoky, but it is worse this year -- and probably too dangerous. Dang, there went my perfect attendance record!

And I was finally going to get to camp this year...oh well. So what's to do over a Memorial Day weekend?

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Despair is a mortal sin.
Could Zoloft get me
to heaven?

Stephen Brooke ©2007

Haven't played with the quinzaine form for a while...

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Having spent two years at My Space, I've finally gotten fed up with the aggravation and general cheesiness of the site. Therefore, I have shut down my accounts -- yes, all five of 'em -- and will blog and attempt to promote myself elsewhere. Like here and 360 and IAC.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007


There are no tides upon the sea of time,
where swimmers stroke the blind still water, dark
caresses carrying them on in stark
insistent acts of purposed pantomime.
Who spoke to us this languid liquid rhyme
of life that takes some drunken diver’s arc
into the deep and leads each to embark,
to journey onward, seeking the sublime?

There rise no tides upon the silent sea;
no subtle currents seek to sway the course
we choose, as destiny is proved to be
only the shadowed mirror to our force.
See how the moon is drowning! Are you free,
oh swimmer? Sink; sink slowly to your source.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

Don't ask me what it's about. I only wrote it.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007


It's back to normal here at Peanut Road, typical Spring weather, i.e. warm and dry. I hope the Summer pattern sets in soon and rain starts falling. Heat, I don't mind.

I took a jaunt (well, it's 175 miles, more'n a jaunt, I reckon) to White Springs on Saturday for the 'Cracker Coffeehouse.' At least that's what our MC of the night, Tallahassee story-teller Kate Taluga, called it, though I thought the name had been quietly dropped a while back as not quite PC! All the info I've seen on it recently just calls it the First Saturday Coffeehouse.

Not that it matters, of course. Smallish crowd and mostly pretty amateurish performers. I knew that a lot of the folkie community would be off to St Augustine this past weekend for the Gamble Rogers Festival. But I came to give my typically scintillating performance and regular Lance Lazenby showed up as well. As far away as it is, I don't suppose I'll make it more than a couple times a year anymore; when I was 65 miles away in Steinhatchee, it was a different matter.

Decided to do some Irish songs this time. Whisky in the Jar, which I perform fairly regular, and The Parting Glass. I'd never done TPG in public before but I've long intended to make it my regular closing number. Did some of my own stuff too.

In less than three weeks, I hope to be back over there for an extended weekend at the Florida Folk Festival, along with my niece and nephew, Mary and Frank James, who will be performing (I'm not). There are some questions as to whether I can work out the logistics for that here at home, but I'll try! I may have to settle for just driving over for one day.

Well, it's getting into later afternoon and cooling down a tad. I think I'll go crank up the lawn mower.