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Home Sweet Home
Well, I’m back from a month on tour with the Decemberists and my five year old. It was totally fun. Some highlights:
The Idaho Botanical garden, where I drew in a shady grove for hours and then took a long sunset walk in the hills with Hank.
Drunk two-stepping at the Union Club after the show in Missoula.
Driving around Montana with Colin and Marky: spotting a bear cub and a beaver, swimming in the Dearborn River, and evading evasive people.
Interlochen, Michigan, where we rented a pontoon boat and got busted bouncing on someone’s floating trampoline.
The boardwalk in Atlantic City, where we rode the rides and chased seagulls on the dirty beach and where Hank was so enchanted by the Taj Mahal Casino that, for a brief moment, I appreciated the unhinged real estate vision of Donald Trump.
The pride of watching the Decemberists headline the Newport Folk Festival and the thrill of sitting a few feet from Pete Seeger while they did.
The Maid of the Mist at Niagara Falls: how disorienting it was on that lurching boat in the middle of the falls, battered by water and blinded by mist. And how the whole time Hank was pretending that we were sailing into Shangri-la.
My first mansion pool party in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Waking up next to an amusement park in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Breakfast at Curra’s, swimming at Barton Springs, heatwave and vintage cowboy boots in Austin, Texas. Also, Jenny Conlee, halfway through her chemo treatments, playing at Stubbs and showing us all how it’s done.
Griffith Park Observatory and it’s hazy, mediterranean, apocolyptic view of L.A.
Dinner at Flour + Water in San Francisco. tUnE-yArDs and Mavis Staples at Outside Lands. I met Mavis and, of all the magic moments big and small of the past month, this one might have been the best.
Anyway, I’m home and back to work. Thanks to the band for letting me tag along and double thanks to Hank’s nanny Lizi, a very good egg.
It’s Alive!
Here’s another trailer for Wildwood, this one was animated by the good people at Laika House. Colin and I did the voice-overs (my voice got pitched up so I wouldn’t sound so old) and Colin wrote and played the guitar part. Thanks, Laika!
Work.Place
Work.Place is Carlie Armstrong’s lovely photo blog featuring Portland artists and their studios. Here are a few pictures she took of me and mine. The rest are here.
I don’t usually like photos of myself much but I like this one. I spend hours in this position daily. It is my perfect state of being.













