SpotiFriday #27

Three At Home

I wrapped your love around me like a chain
But I never was afraid that it would die
You can dance in a hurricane
But only if you’re standing in the eye

— Brandi Carlile, “The Eye”

Happy 2018, everyone! Keeping warm? We’ve been working up a sweat shoveling, because we need to be able to get out of our driveways for our vocal session at The Record Company this weekend. Just after Christmas, we had a great time laying down the instrumental tracks at The Backyard with our engineer Pat Hanlin and producer George Woods. This EP is coming together, bit by bit, and we are thrilled (and terrified!) to share it with all of you.

It’s the first SpotiFriday of the year. The weather here in Boston has been atrocious of late, and in light of that, we thought it would be fun to make a list of…

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The 23rd

last night, my daughter turned to me and asked, “How do all these people fit in this house?” 🙂

Three At Home

The 23rd is Crazy.

Like seriously crazy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You see, my parents got engaged on Dec 23rd on some year before 1973. Every December 23rd since then, there has been a party at my parents’ house. It starts about 6 or 6:30PM. There may be (depending on the weather and/or the volition of the participants) caroling on 77thstreet or the surrounding blocks. After caroling, there’s a party. I don’t think my parents have bought any food for this party in years, but the table is always full. Someone orders Chinese food. Someone makes cookies. Someone brings wine and/or booze. We have had upwards of 100 people crammed into the row house, family, friends, family of friends, friends of friends, family of friends of friends, random third cousins-once-removed. And then the fun starts. My dad gathers as many kids as…

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Waiting, Not Doing.

Three At Home

In the Dr. Seuss book, “Oh The Places You’ll Go” which will be given as a gift at a million graduation parties next June, and possibly a handful of  Hanukkah or Christmas ones this month, there is a Waiting Place, in which everyone is…

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come,
or a plane to go or the mail to come,
or the rain to go or the phone to ring,
or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night

or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls…

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SpotiFriday #26: Holiday Edition

Three At Home

Light one candle for the Maccabee children
With thanks that their light didn’t die
Light one candle for the pain they endured
When their right to exist was denied
Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice
Justice and freedom demand
But light one candle for the wisdom to know
When the peacemaker’s time is at hand

— Peter, Paul, & Mary, “Light One Candle”

Love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around

— Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds, “Christmas Song”

Happy Friday! And happy December! Holiday season is upon us, so we’ve got some music to get you in the spirit of things.

1. Christmas Eve/ Sarajevo 12/24 – Trans Siberian Orchestra

When I hear this song, a smile comes on my face. Even if it’s merely as part of a car commercial. Because NOW it’s Christmas.

My favorite thing ever about this song is how it…

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If You Could Move Anywhere… — Three At Home

At the end of 2016, as the election season was coming to a – to be honest, unanticipated – end, there was a lot of talk about moving. Google searches for “moving to Canada” skyrocketed. Ancestry dot com subscriptions increased, as people tried to figure out if they could claim European citizenship. Airfare websites were […]

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I always thought I would see her again

I’m an ok writer sometimes. 🙂

Three At Home

Every time I’m in Penn Station in NYC I have the same memory. A black dress with opaque grey tights. Light brown almost bob haircut. A hug and a thank you and a “I’ll see you when I get back.”

I got to college and was pretty alone. Granted I knew a handful of people there but we weren’t the closest of friends. I tried to do the “group trip” with all the kids on my floor but I never actually ended up having the best time with all of them and rarely ended up anything but drunk. I had my high school girlfriend who would come up to school to visit. I often looked forward to those weekends I wouldn’t venture too far, and I also looked forward to spending time by myself on Sunday night.

There was this girl from Buffalo, NY. With the slightest touch of the…

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“Wait. Huh? Hang on. What time is it?”

Three At Home

cough. cough. cough. (blows nose into paper towel of dubious cleanliness) hang on, I need to empty out this vacuum. Hey – who needs a gym uniform for tomorrow? are we out of cheerios? there’s a Guinness in the fridge if you want it. I guess they’re having nuggets. The recycling outside is full btw. why is there a sleeping bag in the driveway? really? a movie night on Sunday? yeah. i’ll get that. no, put the cushions back on the couch. WHERE outside were you? Damnit, his sneakers are in the CAR? oh they totally need to go in the wash. it’s already 6:30. did he have a tub yesterday? oh, yeah. his nails are gross. what’s that? why are you psychoanalyzing Winthrop? (takes sip) This is the best Heineken ever. No, I don’t know where Wings of Fire is. Where did you leave it? Did…

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SpotiFriday #4

Three At Home

Savor the sorrow to soften the pain
Sip on the southern rain, as I do
I don’t look don’t touch don’t do anything
But hope that there is a you

— Sara Bareilles, “One Sweet Love”

Boy, that week went quick, didn’t it? It was busy times for us, especially being honored by winning the 540th(ish) Lizard Lounge Open Mic Night Challenge! I don’t know about you, but we could use some music to decompress.

You, too? Let’s get to it then.

1. Grace Potter & the Nocturnals – Paris (Ooo La La)

Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off the floor. That was my reaction the first 10 seconds into the first time I heard this song. Not only that, but Grace Potter is one of the greatest artists I have ever seen, and her band is KILLER. She is a fantastic guitar player, a wonderful keyboard/organist, and holy…

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a prayer for this week

Jesus Christ,




I know that supposedly we don’t get things we can’t handle but we’re getting pretty close to that limit.

Please…Please…PLEASE give us the gifts of empathy, understanding, and courage.


Empathy to see ourselves in everyone

Understanding to be fully thoughtful of everything

and Courage to know what the right thing to do is and to do it.




remember when I said this was a series?

it wasn’t.

I lost track of time in Spain…and Ireland…and Italy…and Boston…and New York…and Atlanta…and Costa Rica…

i think it might be time to start again,