Music. Yes. Truly Spiritual and Psychological Medicine. Listening to it, playing it, being totally obsessed with it. Always having it spinning on the box, or always having a guitar nearby, or having a band of musicians (or two bands), ready to meet, rehearse and play. My partner and I are songwriting team. I also have another close friend with whom I write songs. It’s kind of amazing. Even to me.

I have all my favorite singers & bands at my fingertips. I have my little CD player and my very fine GRADO headphones. Wherever I go, there is usually a big stereo system in the family room to keep busy.

Lately, the last 5 or 6 months, my partner and I have obsessed with Andre 3000’s “New Blue Sun.”  (2023). It’s Andre’s “flute album.” We each have our own personal copy of the 2 CD album. We both refer to it as “medicine.” We play it when we meditate, or when we just want to set a chill atmosphere, or right before we go to sleep. Truly magnificent.

It’s all very floaty, like a beautiful, cooling breeze, or swaying trees, or a bird silently flying low over a green field. You know, listening to good music is good for you. An easy formulation and recommendation. And yes, this is just the finest. Highly recommended. – Jammer

So happy no sun yesterday, just big black clouds, and a sprinkling of rain. My friend and I were so exhausted, we didn’t meet up, only whispered to each other over the phone. Late in the day, with a blazing headache, I worked on a song; armed with a borrowed mahagony Martin guitar, and one nagging line that has been with me for awhile.

I had just finished watching Bono’s Stories of Surrender (2025). Yes. It’s a bit much. But I found it incredibly beautiful and compelling. Bono totally exposes himself, it’s over the top, melodramatic, extravagant, bombastic. Bono is certainly full of himself. He is also a compelling evangelist for music. No doubt. The film opened me up. It brought me to tears. That man, now weathered, melancholy, and vulnerable, in the midst of his blazing self-assurance, and prodigious confidence, can really sing his truth. 

So, yeah, exhausted, headache and all, I was inspired to tackle my own little song. I discovered a new riff or two, and blasted thru my nagging line and a few stray chords. Sitting on the couch, improvising & spitting new lyrics into the wind. I flipped on my iPhone and recorded all that noise & rumble. This morning, listening to the recording, I think: “Not bad… it’s something…” – Jammer

Yes. It’s true. A Wednesday evening show at Evanston SPACE, one of the finest music rooms in the land. Doors Open @ 6:00pm. Our good friend Honey Whites take the stage @ 7:00 p.m. whitewolfsonicprincess will play @ 8:00 p.m.

Tickets on sale now, ticket link here: https://www.ticketweb.com/event/honey-whites-whitewolfsonicprincess-space-tickets/14375753

Facebook Event Page here: https://www.facebook.com/share/19aAsPXYMg/

It will be a magnificent evening of music. Hope you will snag a ticket and join us. – Jammer

A small victory over here. We played a show last night, billed as a Summer Solstice Celebration, at a little, well-lit, totally cool & elegant wine shop, nestled in a very urban landscape. It was a warm summer evening. We played our set inside, gorgeous chandelier above us, gaping, unlit fireplace behind us, a room full of beautiful & very cool people in front of us. We were testing out our new, very tiny mixer board with two small speakers, you know, anything to make the schlep a bit easier, and it sounded really good in that little room. It was just a trio, guitar, double-bass & percussion, 2 voices. 

Seems we connected with the audience, which is always gratifying & surprising. We are on our own very stony path, a singular creative journey; quirky, gnarly, very much homemade. We are always amazed that people can connect with these very personal, “vision songs.” 

Carla triggered an episode of vertigo in the middle of our song, “Murmurations.” She nearly spun out, but hung in there, she truly is a creative dynamo, fearless and determined. We finished the set, smiles and cheers all around. Pretty sure we made some new fans. A couple guitar players in the audience came up to  talk tone. That’s always a good sign. My beat up guitar was sounding very “present.” All those little experiments, over the years, with strings, pre-amps, speakers, seems to have paid off. The three of us definitely “got there.” It was nice how the instruments all claimed their space. We are always intent on losing ourselves, getting there, in the moments of performance, it worked like a charm last night. Even Carla’s spinning out, couldn’t deny us from “having it.” Anyway, you know, damn the torpedoes – Jammer

Yes. Just three of us intent on creating a joyful noise to celebrate the Summer Solstice this Friday. – Jammer

Ok. Yes. Unfortunately, it seems we are getting numb to the madness, the idiocies, the cruelty, the lying, the denial of Truth & Reality. Still, if you want to get to the fundamental essence of this American Experiment, get to the nub of the thing, you land on the idea of No Kings. Supposedly, the Toxic Stain is going to have a military parade the same day. Wouldn’t it be absolutely fabulous if millions & millions of us tuned that ridiculous display out and gathered in protests across the land to celebrate Democracy, the Constitution, the Rule of Law, Truth, Justice & the American Way ( a very Woke, totally DEI utopia). You know, that would be totally, fucking, Super, Man… – Jammer

“I hear Mariachi music in the cemetery…”

Sounds like a stray line from a forgotten Warren Zevon song. We spent part of Mother’s Day 2025 at the cemetery communing with the beloved dead. We weren’t alone. It was a celebration. Folks came out in force with lawn chairs, blankets, coolers. Families, primarily Mexican-Americans; the young, the old, the working middle-aged too. 

The Lovely Carla and I we were there. Paying our respects to loved ones, long passed on. Silently meditating. Sitting under our favorite tree. It was a gorgeous, blue-sky day. All was greenery & light. There was a joyous vibe in the air. Yes. A Mariachi band entertained us all. Horns, guitars, violins, drums. They were decked out in black & gold suits, with hats & boots.

The music was sublime. The male voices singing songs that sounded like history. We didn’t know what the songs were about, but the vibe was joy, beauty, & soul. It was surprising. Stunning. A total celebration. The Living & the Dead together. Families. Generations. A long line of human beings in touch with, and honoring, their Ancestors.

It was extraordinary. Beautiful. Set the vibe for the rest of the day. Yes. Magnificent. Real & surreal too. Reminded us of the real America that we love; inclusive, joyous, generous, diverse. So much better than the current soul-less, cruel, mind-numbing, bullshit, Nazi-version. – Jammer

Our new single on Soundcloud: Big Box Store. A song demanding to be heard in these times of Fascist Oligarchy. Sort of a John Prine-ish folk song about plugging away on a minimum wage. “I don’t want to die in a fluorescent cage…” – Jammer

A songwriting session yesterday. The Lovely Carla Hayden and I doing “the good work.” We take it seriously, like it’s the most important thing in the world, even though we know it’s not. With our little furry friend Frankie, and a borrowed Martin guitar. The hallway has incredible reverb & resonance. Maybe a new song fighting to find wings? – Jammer