Monday Earworm: Dar Williams (and February Events)

Hey, look! It’s an earworm for your Monday! Woot!

I’ve made a few forays outside of the Hamilton soundtrack lately, but my kids keep pulling me back to it. (I’m not complaining.) And lately I’ve been dipping a toe back into the music I listened to in my twenties. Dar Williams was — and remains — one of my favorite thoughtful singer/songwriters. Enjoy this sweet, intimate, informal rendition of her “When I Was A Boy.”

So what else is happening this fine February in Authorland? I have a couple of big and excellent events coming up and would love to see you there if you’re in the area.

Tuesday, February 19th, FIX Coffee Bar in Houston — I’ll be reading, along with Fady Joudah, at the Poetry FIX series hosted by Mike Alexander. Should be a super fun night!

Saturday, February 23rd, BrazCon in Manvel (very near Houston) — Imagine a cross between Comicpalooza and Teen Book Con, and you get BrazCon! Last year this was one of the best, most well organized events I attended, and I’m thrilled to have been asked back this year. Well worth the half-hour drive to get there! I’ll be on a panel about writing and ideas and such, as well as signing books most of the day.

More events are coming up in March in Houston and Austin; look for those details here soon, but you can always find them on my regular website which hosts my event calendar.

Want me to come visit your book club or writing group or Creative Writing class or favorite poetry and wine bar? Drop me a line and let’s work out the details!

2 thoughts on “Monday Earworm: Dar Williams (and February Events)”

Funny how your earworm leads me to mine, just by a loose association in the title. I suddenly remembered hearing a playlist of Roger Daltrey’s favourite tracks, and the following one was among them. I was instantly gobsmacked by the emotional delivery and the simplicity of the song – I have never heard the longing that a gender-dysmorphic person must feel expressed with such power. It expresses a physical impossibility, but an emotional reality, and it challenged my own feminist doubts on a very deep level.