Old ape arms turns 43… with a back drop of sky that’s both bright and gloom… just like me. It’s been a little while since I’ve felt the energy of purpose… but I’ve found it again. Work and clarity are back in blossom. 2 records written, and the music feels special and true. When you’re a kid, work’s a dirty word… now it’s a blessing. Montreal has been a most welcome, spirit enlivening move. I’ve caught a wind there, and have met the warmest and loveliest talented kooks, who, in turn have opened their hearts to me. The complications of old versions of happiness slowly being replaced by deceptively new, simple ones. A swim. A bike ride. A clever verse/chorus change. A run. Nephews. Cats. My love. It’s now, mostly always enough. Here’s to marching forth on this March 4th… with the pride and excitement of a couple pockets full of great, new songs, a new city to fall in love with spring over, some already planned visits to far flung places, wireless headphone walks to the studio and the sharpest images of gratitude for all the folks who’ve continued to listen and support me through these last, nearly 20 years… your dedication seems all the more rarified and wild given the times… Many thanks. and with a bit of a wizend heart and eyes worn by what time allows you to see, I’m more thankful for everything you’re supposed to be more thankful for, but sometimes just forget. I plan to try and remember more. Wishing you peaceful hearts and quiet illuminated minds… h.