A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walkin' in a...

Ah, Christmas! Or should I say the holidays? No matter, I trust you and you get it. It's that time of year of giving, getting, wanting, and hopefully, thanking. And like most of us, some reflecting, too.

I'm so thankful for everyone who came out to the shows. From Melbourne to Brooklyn to Des Moines to Iowa City, we had a blast! As I like to remind myself, it seems everyone I meet makes their way to my fingertips and end up in a song, composition, or improvised riff. That's one way a violinist makes communion with the world. There's nothing more beautiful than peering out from the stage into the audience and seeing you, in all of your diversity, looking back at me, at us. It's a beautiful sight, indeed.

In the meadow we can build a snowman, then pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say 'Are You Married?' We'll say 'No man, but you can do the job when you're in...'

The towns I'll visit next year will be Chicago, Adelaide, Manchester, West Palm Beach, and a few others. I look forward to our conversations there and then. I try not to get too ahead of myself, lest I forget where I've been or where I come from.

Join MYSPACE, become a friend, and then you can really let me know what you think and what you want. I can't grant every wish, but I can listen to it all and respond. For now, I'll imagine myself going home, making some hot chocolate, taking a big blanket, and planting myself underneath Mom's perfectly dressed Christmas tree. To me, that's home. How about you? What's home and what do you do to honor that precious place? Let me know.

Take good care and I really can't wait to see you next year. I wish you nothing more than what you want or need.

He sings a love song, as we go along, walking in a...

ps. Two points and a Christmas gift if you can tell me who Parson Brown is.

Ft. Lauderdale
December 2007