Some things end. I lost my big brother back in September 2023, which was harder than I expected. We hadn’t been particularly close, but … even so … We shared some shit. And we became, as the years went on, better friends. I honestly liked the guy, pain in the ass though he was. I […]
Acoustic guitar and vocal: Alma DrakeElectric guitar: Pat SmithBass: Christine MoadDrums: Ryan RumeryKeys: Andrew TeutschFrom The Light You Can’t See in the Day; purchase the song or full recording at almadrake.bandcamp.com . Happy Calendrical Roll-over Day! The day we celebrate our national hangover by setting impossible goals for ourselves and swearing we’ll never do it
Alma Drake: guitar and vocalSebastian Sauder: CellosAnnie Savage: Violin and violaString arrangement: Jean Littlejohn Songs come from … who really knows? The sky? A muse? And muses can be nearly anybody. I’d been working with a batch of Songwriting Mastery students, playing with chords a LOT. This chord progression came up for me after a
Everything, copyright Alma Drake 2023, Creative Commons (Attrib.) Michael and I met in 1999, when I was still married to somebody else, and at the time, I thought to myself, Dammit! I married the wrong guy! And that thought never changed. In 2023 we corrected that oversight, and our first anniversary is just over a
A couple months ago I had a really intense Shamanic journey to visit our local river god, Jahiowa, who gave me some pretty clear marching orders: Write intentionally healing music that expresses the beauty, joy, and comfort of the land, and share it with as many people as you possibly can. It occurred to me
Remember the good old days, when men were men and women didn’t have the right to vote or have their own money? When marriages lasted longer because women were basically slaves with no resources and no rights? Yeah, good times. Not. There are people who think that’s a good idea now being slotted into powerful
There’s a story from the Arthurian cycle that involves a “riddle.” I put riddle in quotes because it really isn’t a big mystery at all. It’s common effing sense, but for thousands of years no white male writers could figure it out. Here’s the question: What do women really want? Well, gosh. This is sooooooo
My shiny new husband has been away for 4 months taking care of parents who are end-of-life stage. It’s got to be done, so he’s there, doing it. Fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, he works “from home,” meaning wherever in the world he is, so he can work from darkest Arkansas as well as from right
Enough with the doom and gloom for a minute; let’s have some fun. A couple years ago my town seemed to have cornered the market on the blackbird population. They were thick as thieves! They were everywhere! And they were funny little muses for me. I wrote two blackbird songs, one because there was a
Sometimes our students are our best teachers. A few years ago, I had a guitar and violin student (I love a multi-talented kid) that was one of my favorite people ever. One afternoon, they said to me in a voice filled with wonder, “Music is the wind, and we are the willow tree.” And I
