Prodigal Blues

(Kickstarter Update! Wow, fundraising really flatlined over the Easter Weekend… so we’ve been stuck making almost no progress since last Thursday’s post. Here’s the link to donate or see the details! -ctan)

When the only thing I could get on such short notice at the Seville airport was a British Airways flight to London, I decided I might as well take it. One more country to check off the list, right? I took the flight since it wasn’t insanely expensive, and booked the seven-day advanced flight from London to Boston while I was at it, since the amount I saved was more than enough to get me a hostel and feed me for a week. Continue Reading »


(Kickstarter update: 63% funded! But only halfway to the stretch goals… Have you chipped in yet?

If I hadn’t made the decision to leave, then that last show at the flamenco school might have gone differently. Or maybe if Gloria hadn’t told me right before the show started that Carynne had called, I wouldn’t have been so on edge. It’s possible my memory has gilded my performance a little, but I really think it was good. I remember it as being the best, but maybe it’s just that one always remembers the last time for something with such fondness. I don’t know. Ramon was there that night, too. He’d been hanging around the school more and more, and I was happy to have him play with our group. Continue Reading »

Kickstarter update! One third of the way through! 20 days to go…

It has been a busy 10 days since the Kickstarter ( launched and I wanted to catch everyone up on how the campaign is going. We topped $1,000 on the very first day, but the next $1,000 took the next 9 days to reach, so you could say things have slowed down a lot. We’ve only got another $1,500 to raise and 20 days to do it, so I feel confident we will. But I would like to remind folks of a couple of things:

1. DGC Chat!
I’ll be hosting an online video streaming chat on May 1. You can RSVP via the Facebook event page: or just check out my uStream channel from 8-10pm eastern US time on May 1. Here:

2. Stretch Goals! Continue Reading »

Out of Touch

(Kickstarter update! Donations have realllly slowed down over the past few days. If you’re thinking of supporting, please don’t wait until the end to do so? Remember the payment isn’t collected until the campaign closes on May 9th! Click here to chip in or see the details: -ctan)

We had three regular tapas bars. There was the place where we had the gig, there was the place we had gone on the first night when I had arrived in Seville, and there was a place that the older flamenco crowd liked, one of the ones where regular jam/dance sessions broke out. Oddly enough, that was the place that had a radio behind the bar that they turned on to a station that played pop music in English from time to time.

By mid-July it was really too hot to busk outside in the afternoons. Not that we would have minded the heat ourselves, but no one would linger to listen or watch. So we left off going to the park entirely and concentrated on our evening gigs, two shows a week at Gloria’s school and, by then, two nights a week at the bar. It was one of those hot July afternoons when we were in the bar early for some reason. I was sitting with Orlando while he was talking to the bartender, a twenty-something woman with skinny arms but prodigious breasts. I wasn’t really listening to what they were saying since I could barely make out any of it anyway.

A song came on the radio. My ears perked up, something new, something that sounded kind of good…? Continue Reading »

Do You Want To Dance?

It gets hot in Southern Spain in the summer. Although was it any hotter than most of the other places I’d lived? Maybe a little. It was regularly above ninety degrees. The apartment had air conditioners set in the walls next to the windows, but only in the bedrooms.

Not sure that’s really why I moved into Orlando’s room with him, though. Continue Reading »

Midnight Oil

(Daron Kickstarter update! Wow, you guys we’re already at 42% funded only four days into the campaign! If you haven’t contributed yet, and you want the new omnibus paperback, new Moondog 3 tour T-shirt or other swag, check out the Kickstarter page. -ctan)

I went home that night and wrote my name on the chalkboard for rent. It seemed only fair since I got the feeling I was going to be there a while. Carmina pinched me on the cheek and then kissed where she had pinched, babbling approvingly in Italian or Italian-accented Spanish (I could never tell the difference). Then she took Orlando into their bedroom and fucked his brains out, which was a regular occurrence. Continue Reading »

Everywhere I Go

(Kickstarter update! On the first day we got over $1,000 in pledges!! That puts us almost 1/3rd of the way to the $3,500 goal! Almost all of that first $1K came from regular readers of DGC. MCA Hogarth nabbed the first pledge, quickly followed by Amy, Joe, Cayra, et al… Go check out where we are as of now on Kickstarter. -ctan)

Two days later Orlando took me to meet Gloria–the woman with the jowly face whom I had met briefly on my first night in Seville.

He brought me to a house across from a university building. Unlike most of the houses in this area which had the door at street level but the living quarters up above, this one had a large ground floor parlor which was her classroom. We went there directly from busking so we were carrying our guitars (as well as a lot of loose cash). Gloria was sitting on a stool in one corner of the room, a ragged oval of cajones around the perimeter. Continue Reading »

Liner Note April 2014

ctan here. Okay, first the main news for this liner note:


Yes, it’s been two years since the last Kickstarter and it’s time for another. My plan this time is to put Ebook 4 and Ebook 5 (comprising the whole cross-country tour) into one omnibus paperback. I’m estimating that it will come out about 40 pages longer than the previous one!

Here’s the video I made about it:

The gist is that we need about $3,500 to produce the paperback and fulfill the rewards. If we raise more than that I’ll also do some stuff like paperback editions of the individual ebooks, and even invest in website upgrades (or maybe moving to paid hosting). The rewards include some cool things ranging from the usual digital bonus scene rewards to Moondog Three tour swag to a stuffed animal tattooed with Sharpie by Ziggy.

The campaign will run 30 days, until May 9. The earlier you can pledge the better, though, as my stress level will be much lower if we reach the goal sooner! (The charges won’t be rung up until May 9th so you can pledge any time.)

Click here to donate:

And here’s a short link to share!

Now for fun stuff. Daron, what have you got? Continue Reading »

No Myth

A week went by where Orlando and I got up around noon pretty much every day, fortified ourselves with bread and coffee, and then busked until sundown. The others were in and out for classes and their various jobs.

Everyone gave their rent money to Vicente. I was unclear on whether this was because Vicente was the one whose name was on the lease or if he was actually connected to the landlord somehow. He had a little chalkboard on the wall by the refrigerator where he would mark what people had given him that month. That made perfect sense given that everyone was working cash gigs that paid unevenly. In that way, busking was a lot like waiting tables, which Carmina did a few nights a week. Continue Reading »

Money’s Too Tight to Mention

So I ended up spending the entire next day in the airport because I didn’t make that standby flight after all. They did book me on another flight late that night, though, for certain. I didn’t complain. Orlando flew ahead and said he’d meet me on the other side. At least I hoped that was what he had said.

Orlando and his girlfriend Carmina were there to meet me at the airport. She was Italian, supposedly, so she spoke about the same amount of English as Orlando did–i.e. almost none–and from what I could tell her Spanish was a little questionable, too. From Orlando’s perspective, I think, she could have been speaking martian and it wouldn’t matter so long as she had that long dark hair, glowing with auburn highlights, and those long, long legs that made every dress she wore look too short. Maybe he had understood me when I’d asked if he was gay and he said no. Continue Reading »