Celebrate with Strings Attached

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness. - Anne Franke Strings In The Woods classical concert under a bridge with Tony Rogers joining me on cello. More unconventional concerts in creative spaces with air-conditioning this summer! Be sure to get on the email list at join.stringsinthewoods.com

Live at Yoga Flow Westgate this Saturday night!

Here’s a little something from Santa Fe Available for sessions, concerts, sessions, film soundtracks, church or 🤔 512-589-8749 Join email join.Stringsinthewoods.com #petsitterlife #violinist #fiddle #fiddlers

Final Sunset in Santa Fe tonight - homebound to Austin in Tuesday 3 events in Austin 👉 Austin.Stringsinthewoods.com ‘It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free’ by William Wordsworth It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquility. #santafenewmexico #willtaylorandstringsattached #santafe

All humans are born funny and have their own specific kind of humor that is their signature. It develops over the lifespan and sometimes it’s just a matter of finding a compatible audience… don’t ever give up. Humor is one of life’s most precious gifts and a great balm for the soul during hard times. #Humor #SenseOfHumor #ComedyIsFun #ComedyLife #MySenseOfHumor #Chickens #ChickensAreFunny #LifePhilosophy #InspirationalMoments #House-SittingLife

Composed this using Spitfire Audio sounds. Can you guess which composer and piece of music influenced me the most in writing this short clip?

On the roof top with Leeann Atherton

I’ve been making music and friendship with Leeann Atherton for just over a decade now. Yesterday it was so fun to be at the first day of her new stage and celebrate with all of her wonderful volunteers. On this day laying on her kitchen table was a book entitled ” no one succeeds alone” There’s a poem by Maya Angelo that I love that also expands on this idea! Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can’t use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They’ve got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I’ll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, ‘Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

In the company of elders, There is wisdom to be found, Their stories and their memories, Are like treasures to be unbound. They speak of times long past, Of battles fought and won, Of love that lasted lifetimes, And of work that must be done. They’ve seen the world evolve, Through decades and through years, And their knowledge and experience, Is a source of strength and cheers. Their eyes have seen much beauty, And much pain they have withstood, But through it all they’ve carried on, And have made our world more good. So if you’re with an elder, Listen to what they say, For their words can be like diamonds, That can light your darkest day. And in their company you’ll find, A peace that’s hard to match, For with elders by your side, There’s no challenge you can’t catch. Note: I told AI to write a poem about being in the company of elders 👀

Guessing Game: As one ages, hair loss becomes an inevitable reality, and time marches on relentlessly. Yet, amidst these changes, one wonders if certain constants remain, such as the affectionate gestures of sending a Valentine's card and a bottle of wine on birthdays. Even if I were to return home late at night, would you still keep the door unlocked for me? Will you still value and care for me when I reach the age of sixty-four? As the years pass, both of us will grow old together, and in such a scenario, would you allow me to be of assistance to you? For instance, I could repair a blown fuse, or we could spend our Sunday mornings knitting and gardening. What more could one ask for? The question lingers: will you still have the same need for my presence and sustenance when I am sixty-four years old? We could plan our future together, looking forward to spending summers in a rented cottage on the Isle of Wight, even if it involves some budgeting and thriftiness. Eventually, we might welcome grandchildren, such as Vera, Chuck, and Dave, who would enjoy sitting on your lap. In the end, I request that you write to me, stating your views and feelings, with precision and clarity, as I slowly waste away. Fill out a form to give me your final answer, and may we be together forevermore. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

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TONIGHT!~ Unwind and rejuvenate to the soothing sounds of my violin an guitar as an accompaniment to your yoga flow. Donation based!! Tickets --->> Austin.StringsintheWoods.comm

Come to Strings In The Woods 👉 Join.Stringsinthewoods.com “Wild Geese” You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

The Live Music Capitol, Austin, Texas There’s even music on street corners! Who doesn’t like a little Eddie Van Halen inspired guitar when you’re waiting for the light to change…. ——- It’s coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It’s coming from the feel that it ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder, from the sirens night and day, from the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the gay: Democracy is coming to the U. S. A. L. Cohen

Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf — here’s the second improvisation on the spot for Mary, mother of Jesus by Charles Umlauf that was a rejected work, can you believe it? My dad who was there said you could almost see a little bump. Immediately after this, the woman on the far right raised her hand and said that I brought out the sorrow that was in Mary’s eyes, and that was the first time she had ever heard anybody do that. This project is the realization of a dream that started back in 2017. To bring to life sculptures or art with live improvisations created on the spot solo and with my musician friends. G et on my email list to get show updates at join.Stringsinthewoods.com We will be doing this again very soon! Trumpet by Stephen Zirkel

Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf — here’s the first improvisation on the spot for Mary, mother of Jesus by Charles Umlauf that was a rejected work, can you believe it? My dad who was there said you could almost see a little bump. Immediately after this, the woman on the far right raised her hand and said that I brought out the sorrow that was in Mary’s eyes, and that was the first time she had ever heard anybody do that. This project is the realization of a dream that started back in 2017. To bring to life sculptures or art with live improvisations created on the spot solo and with my musician friends. G et on my email list to get show updates at join.Stringsinthewoods.com We will be doing this again very soon!

Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf — here’s the first improvisation on the spot for Mary mother of Jesus that was a rejected work, can you believe it. Get on my email list to get show updates at join.Stringsinthewoods.com

Want free admission to tonight's show? Text me at 512-589-8749 Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf in Austin Texas Read more: http://bit.ly/3jyhLtd Cellist Charles Prewitt and Clarinetist Ryan Murphy will be joining me Tuesday night for Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf! We will improvise pieces on the spot inspired by the sculptures and curator Katie Edwards will tell stories of each piece. Rain or Shine, we have pieces inside, so don't let the weather prevent you from enjoying this unique experience. Read more: http://bit.ly/3jyhLtd

Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf in Austin Texas Read more: http://bit.ly/3jyhLtd Cellist Charles Prewitt and Clarinetist Ryan Murphy will be joining me tonight night for Sculpture Songs at the Umlauf at 630pm We will improvise pieces on the spot inspired by the sculptures and curator Katie Edwards will tell stories of each piece. Rain or Shine, we have pieces inside, so don't let the weather prevent you from enjoying this unique experience. Read more: http://bit.ly/3jyhLtd