Though my brother Pat Wictor calls himself a folk singer, he’s a lot more. Probably a roots-music singer, I guess. He was once my little brother, but that doesn’t mean much anymore. I know a lot of families retain the “older-younger” dynamic, but when you get into your fifties (Pat’s not there yet!) that’s kind…
The Bird Stole Fruit
September 11, 2013
Twelve years ago I lived in Tim’s house. At about 7:30 on the morning of September 11, 2001, I suddenly heard, “Tom! Tom!” As a child I often heard my name called perfectly clearly, in a voice that was neither male nor female. I still remember the timbre. I’d go find Mom and ask her…
Memorial
August 7, 2013
Now, now that the coast is clear In the middle of believable dreams Go unfed, broken idols Something’s got to be falling, out of the way On treading our thoughts away Keep the fire, no sign or scent of fate Probably lead somewhere ©2008 Ayarou Music BMI. Reprinted with permission. At my request, Scott Thunes…
