I am currently in the Denver, Colorado. Arvada to be precise. It’s a gorgeous bedroom community just outside of Denver. A hop, skip, and a jump—perhaps one verb’s length further away in distance from the city. I wonder inwardly what the people of Denver call their fine city, in some sort of local colloquialism. Do you know what I mean?

People in the Bay Area call San Francisco “The City.” Maybe Denver has something like that too? Something to put inside quotation marks when they write down the name of their home in written English. Maybe in their local circles, they refer to their mother city as The Den Den. Or just Ver. I’ll work up the nerve to ask the locals when I get tired of typing words.

Maybe they just call it home. That wouldn’t surprise me. I’m typing this at a Starbuck’s a few blocks from the home of the house concert host I am playing at this evening.

Faulkner—smoking a pipe. Not Truong. He doesn’t smoke pipes.

Truong is his name. He’s a great guy. He’s an economist. His bookshelves are full of volumes of Economic Theory, Philosophy, History, and a skosh of Literature. You might imagine that they smell of Book, Cedar, Leather, and Scotch. They don’t—well, how do I know? I wasn’t smelling his books this morning, like a weirdo. I swear.

I saw one fiction book. “The Sound and The Fury” by William Faulkner. I’m willing to bet he came from a time when men took pictures with pipes—Faulkner, not my host. I don’t think he smokes a pipe.

We can wager next time. You shouldn’t have took that bet, reader… and I need to exercise better grammar. Truong doesn’t strike me as a gambling man either—then again, he is hosting a musician from Los Angeles tonight at his house concert series. Sounds a bit like a gamble. I could suck, or at the very least, be very low on the entertainment spectrum.

With that being said residents of Den Den: y’all should come hangout tonight. Everyone is gathering at 6pm at Truong’s place of residence. Music starts at 7pm. Shoot me a DM on the social media sites. Tonight. Tonight being Sunday August 13th. Bring your pipe, and maybe some alcohol, incase I’m not entertaining—or incase I am.

This is the last date of my tour outside of California this summer. Stay tuned for my Fall Tour in October and November of 2023 down yonder.

TOUR DATES

SOCIAL MEDIA

Firstly, thank you to my friend Monika Lightstone for this photograph. You are a gift my friend, and speaking of which:

Friends, I have been working diligently to create and propagate the good vibes all over the United States. I write this to you from Lincoln, Nebraska—caffeinated. I have, at present, released 4 singles out of 13 from my latest album called DESERT DOGS: “The Needle of the Human Race,” The Jungle,” Coyote,” and “Drunk on Your Mystique.” I have a fifth single coming out on Friday August 18th called “Mark Twain.” It is the story of Mark Twain and Halley’s Comet. In his own words:

“I came in with Halley’s Comet,” Mark Twain commented in 1909. “It is coming again next year. The Almighty has said, no doubt, ‘Now there are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.’”

He passed away on April 21 1910, one day after the comet had reached it’s perihelion. Coincidentally, April 21st 1979, is the day I was born. “It’s a loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and babies… and these are the days of miracles and wonder.”

For me, a meaningful life is having the opportunity to make friends everywhere on this planet and to tell stories, in song and banter, to those around me who find joy in them. I am doing that now. Would you care to join me? Would you care to help? Please, reach out if you think that you can add a show opportunity to the list of shows down yonder. Much of what I accomplish, is done with the help of friends and treacherous work-ethic, in equal proportion.

Further details for each show on my Bandsintown. Link in Instagram Profile:

UPCOMING SHOW DATES

The Den Den—or Ver.

Currently on Tour in the MidWest