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
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?
Yesterday, my friend Jim Stahl and I were talking about going sailing, and Jim mentioned he might be going to The Moth in New York instead. We’d already talkwed about my snootyness around telling “true life” stories, but as soon as I saw the theme, I started to make my plans to go. Jim, on