Some addenda to the Frequently Asked Questions:
• I do read my email — usually every two to three days, or nightly if I’m lucky. I generally get between 30-60 minutes online at a time. Email is an overwhelming task that gets more overwhelming by the day, since being behind on replying to people is a cumulative thing. So those of you who are writing these beautiful missives to my address, please know that they’re not going into a black void; they are reaching their intended destination. If you need a timely answer to a question, though, you might have better luck with one of the other people on the contact page. Thank you to various friends and acquaintances for coming to my defense on this, and thanks to the why-the-hell-hasn’t-she-emailed-me-back people for their eventual grace and understanding.
• Sheet music would be a lovely thing, I agree. I’d started transcribing Gravity and Lullabye For A Stormy Night in January, but had to push it aside when tour preparation set in. Some folks out there have started their own volunteer work on transcription, which they’ve generously sent our way, and if all goes well something should get cobbled together eventually. A full songbook is probably out of the question, but at least those two plus Harbor and Unwritten Letter #1 ought to make it out there. But this is the artist talking, not the label or management, so don’t hold me to any of this.
• A proper live album would also be a lovely thing. A mix of trio, band, and solo renditions, all different from the studio versions, plus you’d probably get a lot of me rambling on between songs, just like I do in person. Mulling and musing on this is underway, if not active planning. Same disclaimer as above.
On another front, Warm Strangers has begun to receive the occasional jab from critics, alongside a (thankfully) much larger collection of praise. Highly entertaining, since critics seem compelled to try to be witty and sarcastic when they’re displeased. Of course it also bruises a bit more than I like to admit, but so it goes. It’s my fault; I wrote the songs, I put them out there. And in any case I always thought I’d know I’d arrived, career-wise, when someone who didn’t like my stuff felt obligated to comment on it. We’ve reached a milestone of some kind.