Song (and Tour) of the Day: Eric Peters
Eric Peters, the inimitable old man of the Square Peg Alliance, could be coming soon to a living room near you where he will almost certainly play some of the new songs I’ve heard him and Ben Shive recording in the next room. To coerce Eric into playing in your town (or home) the basic details are below. Check out his website for full details including an update on the recording of Birds of Relocation.
Here’s one of the songs you can make him play for you.
Want to book a house concert? Here’s the scoop:
– $150 (50% deposit due upon booking -> helps book travel).
– Hotel room (for privacy) is much preferred, but not a deal-breaker.
– A meal (preferably not cold gruel).
– Eric will play his songs in your living room for you, your friends and neighbors.
The Sad Evaporation of Wonder and its Ancient Antidote
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The Oxford Chronicles: Bod Card
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Song of the Day: Jill Phillips
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The Book of Books: What Literature Owes the Bible
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Of Being Made
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Who Then Devised the Torment? Love.
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Song of the Day: Buddy Greene
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A Dreamer, a Drawer, and a Lollygagger
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Distillation: A Poem
I wrote this a few months back, but it came to mind today because I spent hours this week wrestling with a song. Knowing that I’m recording it in a matter of days ramps up the pressure to get it right–or, as right as Read More ›
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Peter Jackson, I’ve Got Your Back
Back when The Rabbit Room first went live, part of our mission was to indulge in the pleasure of good and beautiful art. We launched with the understanding that there would always be plenty of sites online where Read More ›