Part One — Looking My wife, Heather, gave me an ultimatum: either get my shit together and book the world tour I’d been talking about for years, or shut up. I’m a storyteller. We don’t do shut up very well. When you’re young, leaping before looking is easy. You’ve never done anything before, so it’s
Part Two – Leaping I wasn’t even through airport security when I began telling my first story. Heather had dropped me at Logan, gave me a kiss, and sped off. I had booked my travel and lodging and bought a brand new Google phone with directions and contacts and addresses. Suddenly there was Devi Lockwood,
Part Three – Crashing and Landing When you come off the plane and they have a sign with your name on it, you know you’ve made it. Storyteller Aideen McBride had a bright smile as well. She’d invited me to perform for the Dublin Yarnspinners, but we had got to spend some time wandering about
This is from the book, I Shall Wear Midnight. Don’t take it as an indictment of the current “system” but as a possibility of what we could replace it with… “…and they’re useless, sir. They teach facts, not understanding. It’s like teaching people about forests by showing them a saw. I want a proper school,
My evening at The Moth’s open mic story slam was supposed to be to be a career-making move. It was an opportunity to share my work, tell my story, and promote my forthcoming album at a nationally known venue. Was it going to pay off?