I’ve been writing during this period, since I returned from Europe, and finished out the Norcal dates with Albert Lee. It’s an intense time we’re all going through, but I  need to keep playing and listening. I’m not going to let it drop…songwriting was a life choice I made decades ago..and I’m sticking with it.

Rancho Nicasio is one of my favorite spots. The sound is good, the food is great, and there’s something about the people and the atmosphere that’s very welcoming and also, timeless. I love playimg there, and i hope to see my Norcal friends.

Below is just a page from a note book, from a few months back, recalling an intense moment of youth. Something like that!

I was overcome by the flood–saw the stars during daylight–the mask–the mirror–of the blue sky fell off and I stood with you–on a whirling ball of stone and fire in the immensity the madness the illusion the immodesty the aardvark of space– what IS space? It is SPACE–lit by a star itself–my eyes–my hair–my teeth–terrified me–I’m made of stone and water–flesh on a stick–stranded in the shadow of my imagination–“stranded on my own”–the cover–that is, the common excuses and explanations–fell away–the air inhabited by phantoms–inevitable death dyed my tongue–black and hanging out–everywhere despair–eruption of fear like butterflies on fire–like a free fall on the elevator–destroyed my ego before it was formed–a faulty sense of self–breaks down while my eyes are locked in the mirror–the strangeness–in a decaying body–the eye disconnected from my body and “life”–hair teeth sensation–sound disjointed from vision–I panicked as I looked into the glass–everything vanished in darkness except my own image and I was horrified–so I took off–down the stairs and out into the street–I had to get away–to walk somewhere anywhere–escape–but I got halfway down the block was scared to go on in that state and turned and went back hopeless–you cant escape the fact of your own existence no matter how much you sometimes want to–

Desks set in rows–kids abstracted while a teacher drones and girls in mini skirts stretch and yawn–pat their hair and look your way–I was an early non-adaptor–ripped open…

The new album, Doctor Moan, is nearly mixed, and will be available as soon as possible. Should have more details in a couple of weeks.

Here’s a link to a full length interview regarding Fred Parne’s Documentary, Peter Case: A Million Miles Away, with The Boston Harold Podcast

The doc should be available for all to view soon…[update: May 30 2023]

Here’s a link to the Spotify Playlist of the new Highway 62 tracks that were recently released in the expanded edition of the album, available on many of the music platforms now.  https://open.spotify.com/playlist/56h6IbDqAeMIYBkdu8ur2c

My latest album, from 2021, is available here: The Midnight Broadcast

I discussed my street-singing days in North Beach, Busking with Allen Ginsberg, and other adventures, from the Otis Gibb’s podcast

Just for kicks, here’s a clip from the 80’s, I think it was, of the Plimsouls LIVE. Plimsouls LIVE 1980 something…

I regretted having to cancel the UK tour, but I did it under advisement. I do hope to be able to tour there again with my pal Sid Griffin

Click on the image below to see my latest book, at Amazon.

Thanks everybody, I hope to see you soon!