gobstoppers

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(levon) I can’t stop thinking about the gobstopper themes in Ashley’s new paintings.  (pictures were posted two days down, or http://noroomforhipsters.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/delicious-simplicity/)  From my post the other day, you know that I’ve for some reason been seeing everything in metaphors.  I found in her work a visual metaphor in the way she is describing the discordant [...] Continue Reading »

going fishing

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(from Levon) We ride our beach cruisers down the Virginia Beach boardwalk asking if anyone is hiring.  If a business finds themselves short staffed at this point in the tourist season, they have made some serious miscalculations or had some bad luck, but if you’re going to spend a summer day throwing out applications, might [...] Continue Reading »

two lane highway

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(from Levon) Grace Acres farm is on Botha Rd, a country Virginia highway between Remington and Bealeton.  These two country towns lie about 30 minutes south of Washington D.C.  We have 2 cows, six goats, nine rabbits, and 13 chickens.  New York City feels far away and long ago.  No more waking up to the squealing brakes [...] Continue Reading »

back to the hills

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      A week from today we’ll be living the other extreme of our city existence.  Working on the farm in Virginia.  For now I’m spending every minute writing songs and trying to perfect the newest ones.  There are many of them, like six little kids running around and I have to remember what [...] Continue Reading »

here's to the next five years

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When Ashley and I moved to Knoxville we didn’t know one person and had come for one reason, for her to go back to school at the University of Tennessee.  The music scene in Nashville had required me to wait tables where I had injured my hand and lost all momentum, and she had been [...] Continue Reading »

last stop on the 4 train tonight is 125

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 (from Levon) I’ve been quiet on here because I thought we had turned a corner and we try to keep this a story of hope.  The hope is there, but the circumstances have left me brimming to push the story of the Flight of the Walker’s forward. I’ll need to back up a bit.  Ashley [...] Continue Reading »

lets just make art

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(from Levon)   Had rehearsal this morning at the Manhattan School of Music with my friend Michael Taylor who is playing trumpet tomorrow night at the upstairs of the Living Room in Soho.  When it comes to a soloist, I love a Nashville guitarist or a Knoxville mandolinist, but his muted trumpet is something else. [...] Continue Reading »

like bonny and clyde

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Ashley met me at Starbucks with a change of clothes at 6:30 and we walked the rest of the night away, from the Upper East Side at 85th and Lex down to the East Village and Soho, back to Union Square, and then trained it back to Harlem where we walked our usual route home [...] Continue Reading »

tip your barista

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Ashley is good at a lot of things; she is creative and free, sweet and instantly likeable.  But a food service industry worker she is not.  Three hours after leaving her at the subway stop at 5:30AM, she called me in near tears with the “worst news ever.”  She was coming home early.   Apparently, [...] Continue Reading »

third place

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Ashley got the job at the Grey Dog’s Coffee.  She’s 1 for 1 as far walk-ins go.  I won’t tell my ratio, but nevertheless we are both gainfully employed in our “bridge” jobs.     My Starbucks manager and everyone he has hired is obsessed with Broadway.  It is all that is talked about: what [...] Continue Reading »

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