The New Year's moving slowly in ... There's an enchanting place in John's Creek (North Fulton county) called Autrey Mill Nature Preserve & Heritage Center - they're starting a monthly acoustic series, and we're thrilled and honored to be the first ones to play there on Saturday, January 24! Reception at 7, music at 8, and CD purchase/signing after. We're so looking forward to it, and hope to see you there. All information (and tickets) ~ here.  Snow-Flakes.  (Birds…

Taken by Ron just prior to going on stage a few weeks ago. Whether in spaces (or for numbers) large or small, in well-known or out-of-the-way places, we never forget that every time we play, it's for one. You. And somehow, through music's alchemy, the "many" come together. May we bring this feeling of "one" into the New Year. Thank you for spending time with us. And, released in 2010, Two Hearts continues to go out like waves. Ron's…

  “If we become addicted to the external, our interiority will haunt us. We will become hungry with a hunger no image, person, or deed can still. To be wholesome, we must remain truthful to our vulnerable complexity. In order to keep our balance, we need to hold the interior and exterior, visible and invisible, known and unknown, temporal and eternal, ancient and new, together. No one else can undertake this task for you. You are the one and…

We've been thinking a lot about that lately. Ron's been visiting old boyhood friends, Carol's in a season of close touch and gratitude. Pictured above with Ron is Jim Bozeman who co-wrote Red Haired Gal and contributed the song The Sadness of Mary to Two Hearts. In the next two weekends, we're happy to be sharing the evening with comrades who are wonderful musicians and communicators. Saturday, 9/6 (tomorrow), 8 PM: Hungry Ear Coffee House with Louis Robinson Saturday,…

Summer Sky, summer rain, summer solstice … June 21st, when we'll be playing at a very special place - Ragamuffin Music Hall in Roswell at 8 PM. Two sets, all atmosphere. Click here to purchase tickets in advance - $10 pre-purchase, $15 at the door. Then on Saturday 7/5 at 8, we're honored to return to the Summer of Love (and thereabouts) concert at the Hungry Ear Coffeehouse - a magical listening room in the Northwest UU Congregation, Sandy…

"The gap between compassion and surrender is love's darkest, deepest region." ~ Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence Spring has finally arrived in Georgia, seeds planted long ago are blooming. Tonight, 4/11: Second set at The Heron House in Mountain Park. Sharing the evening with Keltic Kudzu. The music starts at 7:00. Saturday, 5/3: We're delighted to be playing the entire evening at the wonderful Community Coffee House series at East Cobb UMC - click here for all information…

dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) ~ e.e. cummings (from five poems) *************************************** The snow is melting, rapidly. Eleven months after her father, Carol's joyful, loving mother passed into eternity. Gratitude for the numerous expressions of love given. Music in her honor. *************************************** Saturday, February 15th: 7:30-9:30 at 45 South Cafe 

Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.  Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress.  Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out,…

We're doing exactly what we want this time of year - gestating. Will get out a wee bit, though, to the Hungry Ear Coffee House this coming Saturday, 12/7 to play some lesser-heard holiday songs as part of a wonderful showcase. The music starts at 8. And you can still easily have Ron's evocative arrangement of Auld Lang Syne (in 3/4 time) by visiting iTunes. Speaking of Robert Burns, it's fun to get lost here. Peace this season.  …

Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley (1820) I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow…