Years ago, I wasn’t a storyteller. I was a rafting guide.
Instead of telling stories with music, I rode whitewater rivers.
If the story is the river, then the music is the rapids and words are your tossing boat. Coming at you in the surge ahead, the rocks are events to be described or embodied, and once you’re past them, there’s no time to look back. Your paddles are your syntax, basically, madly splashing you this way and that, keeping you straight in the current of music.
Whether it’s a river or a performance tale, the ride is fun and overwhelming.
I’m offering two pubic shows for adults this coming January 2020. Fittingly for winter, both howl of Viking life. Each is a full evening’s entertainment with music on Celtic harp and 12-string guitars.
Tickets are on sale now.