UPCOMING SERIES
I grew up hearing a family story of how my dad rescued a soldier’s baby from a police raid in Kentucky in the late 1960s, and how he then — in the middle of the night — delivered the baby to my grandmother. Fifty years later, I went looking for that soldier and his baby. What I found was the jaw-dropping, mostly-forgotten history of the active-duty GIs who organized, from inside the U.S. Army, against the war in Vietnam.
This immersive, 5-part audio series examines the larger history of the GI Movement through the intersecting stories of two families (and an incredible cast of individuals), all forever connected by their efforts to end that godawful war.
UPCOMING SERIES
In this audio/photo series, I ask people on the street to tell me about a song that’s had a massive impact on their lives — a song that, at some point, turned them inside out. After they tell the story (and maybe after they’ve sung a bit of the tune), we listen to the song together — loud. I take their portrait while we listen. There are trucks whizzing past us, pedestrians walking by. It’s entirely public and awkwardly intimate, a shared act of attending, and our faces, my heart, brief as photos.
UPCOMING EPISODE
Stephen has lost numerous body parts, several buildings, an array of marriages, and more tools than anyone will ever be able to count. In this cacophonous vocal collage, the carpenter/dancer/potter attempts to portray his life as perfectly normal, while his friends, children, crew members, and extended family narrate — in luminous detail — how beautifully demented the man actually is.
UPCOMING EPISODE
This very heavy dude Abraham Lincoln drops upon a war-battered citizenry the most troubling, most audacious, most astonishing progression of sentences ever uttered before the American public, and over a hundred-and-fifty years later, I go ask a bunch of ordinary schmoes who happen to be named Lincoln to read aloud for me the President’s Second Inaugural. It’s a total gimmick, except, actually, holy switchel, these schmoes were named Lincoln on purpose.
UPCOMING EPISODE
When I was 15 years old and failing out of high school, I met Marty Sternstein, my soon-to-be English teacher. At that time in my life, I was a bundle of tattered thread soaked in kerosene, and this middle-aged, gapped-tooth dude was a Zippo.
Here’s my audio homage for Marty.