The new album, “Late Night Meditations in Suburbia” has now officially been released on Bandcamp where you can download it for free, both the entire album and individual tracks. Of course, if you want to throw something in the tipjar, that’s fine too and greatly appreciated (if you do, you also get streaming, on the Bandcamp app, with the download). You can find it here: www.nightsonvenus.bandcamp.com

From my album description, this one is more electronic, more eclectic, experimental and edgier… and all of…

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Perfect spring day and tomorrow… then snow all day Sunday and most of Monday. Springtime in Colorado!

West Colfax Ave. in Lakewood, completely empty on a Saturday morning, on my way into Golden…

Day 12 (Erin post-surgery)… Much later at night, I’m listening to Three Dog Night’s “Golden Bisquits”, a staple from the early 1970s in Dallas, in junior high school – St. Mark’s, bowling leagues at Preston Forest, when I started getting rides back home after church, eschewing Sunday school indoctrination to go home…

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4/7

I didn’t write the last couple of days. Just too busy. It’s 10:20 Tuesday morning… I’m packing boxes – books, CDs, records; I’ve been doing this since Saturday afternoon. Getting the bookcases cleared out. I bought 20 boxes on Saturday and I just packed my 16th. Obviously, I will have to go back and buy more.

…Guitars are in their cases now and I’m finally throwing away the old laptop that died the first month we moved in here. I’ve put my e-signature on the lease for the new apartment and Shmoopy got…

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Fast-forward, and it’s now April, 2020. Yes, I’m still here; Nights on Venus is still here. And the world has changed. The album I had meant to release – “Late Night Meditations in Suburbia” – actually at the end of this month, is in limbo. I’m not quite sure what to do with it.

And today, I made a decision on it: it’s postponed indefinitely. Two weeks ago, my wife, Erin (Shmoopy), slipped and fell on a sheet of ice in the parking lot here at home and tore all three tendons in her right hamstring. Within 10…

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It’s that time of year again, when one year passes into the next, and depending on what has transpired in the year that’s coming to an end, we’re either glad to see it go or remembering it at least somewhat fondly… or both, but we’re always hopeful for what the new year will bring. It’s like there’s this totally clean slate, if only for a few brief hours (or minutes) before we do something stupid.

So, on this last day of the year, buh-bye, 2018… and welcome 2019!

For Erin and me, 2018 has been a year of…

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