You're Where All The Poets Go

Last night was the Hawksley Workman concert -- our sixth in 5 years. Now, I may be biased, but I think this was *the* (if not the second) best HW concert. It was good. I won't bore you with the details, but he played his best songs (I was so excited that he played "Rain" and "You and the Candles" from Treeful of Starling and "Papershoes" and "Taratulove" are always great).

The banter in between the songs was hilarious, as always. I sometimes wonder why HW is a musician and not a comedian. A lot of his stories revolved around his childhood and strange bike accidents (including a fall downhill when a young Hawksley wanted to put on his sunglasses). Also, he claimed to have "given cool up for Lent." Good times.

I purchased yet another one of HW's recordings ("My Little Toothless Beauties") which is only available at concerts. So far, so good. Very different from previous cds. 7 HW cds for Mandy = 1 minute shy of 5 hours worth of HW.

Anyway. YAYY for HW. I'm going to cartoon some more and finish my 6th book this summer (what next?! I have no idea...).