Earlier this year I made a new friend, self-described “old folksinger” Bob Bossin of Gabriola Island, BC. Bob’s old band Stringband was a pretty big deal in the 70s and 80s; had their songs covered by the likes of Pete Seeger, Ian Tyson, and Emmylou Harris; and blazed the trail of crowdfunding, independent recording, and DIY touring that so many of us follow today. I was honoured to hear that he was singing my song “Pass It Along,” just like the title says. And just under a month ago he contacted me with a crazy idea that I couldn't help but say yes to. 

Bob gathered his former Stringband-mate Marie-Lynn Hammond, Pharis & Jason Romero, Connie Kaldor, Deborah Silverstein, Stefano Saletti, Arnie Naiman, Daniel Cainer, Joe Mock, Ian Robb, Veda Hille, Carole Christopher, Elizabeth May and John Kidder, Eva H.D., Leon Rosselson, Peggy Seeger, Bernadette Morris, Shelley Posen, Ben Mink, and Qiu Xia He––singers, songwriters, instrumentalists, folklorists, poets, politicians, and all-around living legends––to sing and play "Pass It Along" for Earth Day. I'm excited and humbled to share it with you.

The fate of our only home’s on my mind a lot more these days than it was back in 2012 when I wrote the song. It’s become clearer than ever that we’re at a fork in the road, where we can either choose to build an ecological society or drive ourselves to extinction. There’s just no way an economic model that requires infinite growth can survive on a finite planet. But we’re so addicted to the system, and the idea of accepting any limits is just so hard to take, that we’re willing to borrow from the future for another hit. We tune into the voices we want to hear––the denialists who tell us it’s all going to be okay, or the “green tech” visionaries who assure us that “clean energy” will somehow allow us to keep up the frantic pace of extraction, consumption, and profiteering––and tune out the voices telling us the hard truth, that we’re sick, we’re insatiable, and we need to stop. 

I first heard Murray Bookchin's voice through the course of my reading for Tangle of Souls, and signed up for an online course this winter from a group he co-founded, the Institute for Social Ecology. Those discussions helped me see how the idea of unlimited growth and the dream of the frontier are tangled up together, and how the way we’ve plundered the “virgin territory” of the “New World” is tied up with the way we treated the people who were already here. As Bookchin argues, the idea of dominating nature grows out of the idea and practice of dominating other people. Systems of hierarchy and domination are out of tune with the natural order, and anything out of harmony with nature eventually destroys itself. The fact that the two richest men on Earth are both enraptured by fantasies of leaving the planet is all the proof needed of our collective insanity. 

There’s lots we can do, as you already know. We can put carbon back in the soil, and support farmers and other folks who do. We can contribute to groups working to save their corners of the world like Raven Trust and the Fairy Creek Blockade, as the funders of this video have done. We can cut back on our own spending to give money to groups fighting for the forests like the Rainforest Foundation and the Coalition of Rainforest Nations, like I’m doing today. And we can work in whatever way we can toward a world driven by humanity and the common good rather than profit. One place to start is by overturning the regime of patents that has allowed pharmaceutical companies to turn public funding into private profits by restricting access to vaccines.

Thank you for everything you're already doing, friends. Let's think bigger, dream smaller, and fight harder. ❤️ 🌍

Hey far-flung friends, 

I'm writing with some big news for a change! 

Just about this time last year I was pulling back into Canada to reunite with Pamela after a long weird drive home from Texas, and it's been a whole lotta staying in one place since then, the most I've done since I was a kid.  But I'm looking toward the horizon a lot more lately, thanks to the world warming up, and to the aforementioned big news: I've just signed on with an agency for the first time. 

Over the past thirteen years booking gigs myself, I've long dreamed of finding a team to work with, but only if they were the right group of people.  Well, I reckon Fleming Artists, out of Ann Arbor, Michigan (incidentally, the town where my Mom and Dad met!) are the right folks.  Their reputation's impeccable, and their roster's a great mix of tradition-bearers and emerging voices, including Tom Paxton, Garnet Rogers, Judy Collins, Connie Kaldor, Cheryl Wheeler, Christine Lavin, Gurf Morlix, Dougie MacLean, jane siberry, Martyn Joseph, Laura Love, Carsie Blanton, and my pals The Accidentals, Ben de la Cour, Carrie Elkin, May Erlewine, Liz Stringer, Ordinary Elephant, Rachael Kilgour, Shane Koyczan, and The Sweet Water Warblers!  They've been having weekly Zoom hangs since the start of the pandemic, and it felt great to be welcomed into the family for Tom Paxton's song swap last week. 

I'll still line up some outdoor gigs with the Indoorables and the Second Chances this summer, but from this fall forward, my agent Lara Supan (lara@flemingartists.com) will be the contact person for bookings.  Tell you the truth, I said "my agent" for the first time the other day, and it just felt good in my mouth.  I can already feel more creative space opening up by having that side of the business off my plate. 

The second big announcement also has to do with opening up space for creativity, and hopefully changing my life in the process.  It's something I've been daydreaming about for a while now, as several folks have written to ask me whether there's some way they can support my work in an ongoing way. As I'm sure you know, the music business has changed a lot over the time I've been in it, and the pandemic magnified and morphed all that even further. The subscription model that Patreon pioneered has emerged as a really powerful way for people to support their favourite artists on an ongoing, monthly basis––kind of like crowd-funding, but for the ongoing creative process rather than one specific project.  In return, most creators commit to releasing content monthly, which keeps them tending the fire of their calling. 

In my experience, there's always more than enough time-occupying stuff that's peripheral to my calling––booking gigs, posting to social media, and all the myriad forms of entrepreneurial hustling that DIY artists do, even during a pandemic––to distract me from the really important work, the work I can best serve the world with: writing and creating. 

With all the dizzyingly instability of this past year and the bigger upheavals to come as our climate tilts and our systems unbuckle, I'm more convinced than ever that we still need songs.  Artists work in ephemera, but we're still essential workers––people need art to remind us of our humanness, and our humaneness.  As the market economy infiltrates every part of society, commodifying everything, boiling down the whole beautiful range of human sympathies to the narrowest self-interest, we need reminders of what we've lost and what we still have left to lose.  When scared people call for increased militarization of our borders and policing, build bunkers in New Zealand, or dream of escaping to Mars, we need songs to open our fearful hearts––to remind us that we're all here together on this Spaceship Earth, sink or swim, and that every single one of us has just as much right to be here just by virtue of having been born.  We need songs to soothe our spirits, songs for grieving, and songs for marching in the long ongoing fight against meanness, cynicism, and self-destruction. 

So starting this is a way of committing to creation, to showing up every day and delivering every month.  Right now I'm working on a new song called "There Is a River" that's some of the most personal writing I've done in a long time, and I'm going to release it to my subscribers first, sometime in April.  I aim to release another song every month to come, and if for any reason I fail, I'll pause the monthly contributions until I'm back in the saddle.  It'll keep me honest.  It'll be an inside track on all the new stuff I'm creating, before it goes out in public.  It'll be a sounding board for new ideas, and an opportunity to help me tweak things, to weigh in on what's really working and what still needs work. 

I'll also be hosting something once a month on Zoom, whether it's just a hang, or a workshop about some aspect of the craft like songwriting, guitar playing, stagecraft, and even how to play particular tunes.  I've loved the opportunity to teach when I've had it––at Sisters Song Camp in Oregon, various festivals around the world, and even in some folks' living rooms––and I want to do more of it, to help people enliven and enrich their own experience of music, and open up the channels of communication with their own muse.  It feels like worthwhile work to commit to, and I want to make room in my life for it.  But this kind of thing thrives in a smaller space.  I've been really inspired by Corin Raymond's Patreon (which I'm a patron of!), to see the deep discussions about books they're reading––the "curriculum of their hearts" as Corin called it––away from the freeway noise of Facebook.  Don't get me wrong, I'll still be on the socials, but I want to open up a quieter place to connect with my people in a more intentional and meaningful way. 

So I'm inviting you, today, to join me as Fellow Travellers.  The whiff of socialism in the name's deliberate, 'cause I'm a big believer in the idea of from each according to their ability to each according to their need.  Consequently, it's only got one tier.  You give what you can, whether it's just buying me a coffee every month, or a tank of gas each month––whatever makes sense to you.  In return, I promise to keep making art to open hearts.  I've got plenty ideas I'd like to try down the line, including podcast interviews with some of the interesting people I meet on the road.  But most of all I want to hear what I can do for you.  I want to make myself useful to the folks who got me where I am today. 

As I wrote in Tangle of Souls, I signed onto the Giving What We Can pledge last year, to donate at least 10% of my income to the most effective charities for the rest of my life (supporting groups like Give Directly, the Against Malaria Foundation, Living Goods, and Project Healthy Children), and I encourage everyone who can afford life's necessities to do the same.  I'll be doing the same with the Patreon contributions, and as that support grows, I'll be able to give more.  If you want to join up as a Fellow Traveller but are of the mind that your money's better off going to people in concrete need (of which there are way too many in this world), please feel no shame whatsoever about making a mere token contribution to my work in favour of giving more to people who need it more than I do.  A gift is the opposite of a commodity.  I'm not keeping score.  I'm just grateful to be supported, and to share new songs, online hangs, workshops, and whatever else my Fellow Travellers and I can dream up.  If you want on board, sign up here and let me know what would really blow the wind into your sails.

The Indoorables are back online tomorrow to ring in the Equinox, at 4:30 Mountain Daylight Time, which is 3:30 for our friends on the West Coast, 4:30 for our friends in Saskatchewan, 5:30 down the middle of Turtle Island, 6:30 out East, 7:30 in the Maritimes (8pm in Newfoundland), a friendlier 10:30pm across the pond, 6:30am Sunday in Taipei, 8:30 in Brisbane, 9:30 in Melbourne and Sydney, and 11:30am Sunday in Aotearoa.  We've got two fellow Edmontonians as our guests: local singer Kimberley MacGregor, who's just released a stunning new album; and our neighbour Jason Foster, who's locally famous as CBC Edmonton's Beer Guy.  Tune in on either of my Facebook pages, or on YouTube right here. 

And next Friday, March 26th, by the magic of modern technology, Pamela and I will be joining songwriters Ivan Boudreau and Chris Ronald and their all-star accompanists for an online Nashville-style song circle broadcast from Bez Arts Hub in Langley, BC.  Tickets are available here, and as always, all the details for all my upcoming shows are on www.scottcook.net. 

Thanks for sticking with me, dear readers.  I hope to see you on Patreon, and to cross paths out in the world before too long.  With love and hope, against all odds, 

s

Hey friends, 

I wasn't fooling anyone with all that Travelogue talk, may as well call it what it is!  Edmonton's so frozen that even the Fox doesn't wanna go for walks.  Nevertheless, the Indoorables will be foraying into the wider world via modern magic tomorrow, at 4:30pm Mountain Time, which makes 6:30 out east, 11:30 across the pond, 7:30am Sunday on sweet Formosa, 10:30am in Melbourne town, and half past noon in sunny New Zealand.  I've finished two new songs, and we've worked up a few new covers as well.  Our neighbours Billie Zizi and Cam Neufeld are joining us to play a couple songs and talk a bit about this place we're so lucky to live.  We're also debuting a brand new culinary segment with a taste of Taiwan, and we'll be saying 新年快樂 (xin nian kuai le!) to our friends over there, to welcome in the year of the Ox!  You can watch on either of my Facebook pages, or right here on YouTube. All the comments go to the same place, so be sure to say hi. 

Huge thanks to the kind folks who tuned in (and chipped in!) for last month's variety show with Justin Farren and Jonathan Byrd, and wow, I'm still heart-warmed by the attendance at the Home Routes Zoom concert with Jonathan and Corin Raymond February 2nd!  With 500 or so souls on board, it was the biggest crowd I've sung for in quite some time.  It hurt a bit to see so many names and faces of people I love dearly but can't actually hang out with, but it buoyed me up to know you're all out there. 

I've been dreaming of people together a lot lately, including last night.  I miss festival family.  But I'm so grateful that we've been able to reach out in other ways along our far-flung webs of connection. 

Case in point, on Tuesday I'll be back in the study for a visit with my friend Katie Dahl, who's producing a great weekly variety show from the woods of Door County, Wisconsin called Katie Dahl Has Friends.  We'll be talking traveling (which I still remember!), swapping songs and sharing a snack.  It's gonna be fun, 6:30 Mountain Time/7:30 Central on Katie's Facebook page. 

Oh, and the following week, Folk Alliance International is hosting their annual conference online for the first time, and anybody can come!  We won't be crowding into hotel rooms at 3am in search of song-gems, or jamming by the elevator 'til the morning people start to trickle through, but nevertheless it'll be some sorta simulacrum of that surreal event, online for all to enter by donation.  There are literally hundreds of showcases every night, Monday through Thursday, from an intercontinental who's who of the folk world, as well as panel discussions and keynotes from the likes of Margaret Atwood.  And just like at the conference, with so much going on, we're always super happy to see somebody walk in the door, so please come say howdy!  I'm playing two of my own hour-long showcases, at 7:30MT/8:30CT on Monday Feb 22nd, and 6:30MT/7:30CT Thursday the 25th, as well as a 20-minute slot from 7:40-8pmMT/8:40-9CT in the On The Tracks Songwriter Showcase, and a couple appearances in the Alberta Room.  The staggering schedule can be seen after sign-up here.  Seriously, dip your foot in, it's gonna be something to behold. 

Unbelievable as it seems from our frosty abode, it's looking like we've only got two Indoorables shows left (likely March 20 and April 17) before Pamela and I head out to BC for our bike tour!  All depends on how things go with the public health situation, of course, but it's something to look forward to.  Get in touch if you'd like us to make a stop. 

Oh yeah, "Say Can You See" won the Folk category in the 2020 UK Songwriting Contest!  And folks are still ordering multiple copies of Tangle of Souls to share with friends, which makes me unbelievably grateful. 

That's all the news for now, pals.  I love you, and I'm thankful for every bit of light you're shining into the world from wherever you are in it.  Keep it lit, 

s

Hey pals, 

I hope this finds you smiling, and this new year's treating you well so far. I've got my eye out for small victories these days, maybe more than ever, and I'm counting my blessings every day. I live with Pamela, in a house! We're well fed, and well-friended, even if we don't get to see them much in person lately. The sun's coming up earlier each day. Our lazy old hound still jumps up like a puppy when it's time for a walk. Stacey Abrams' and other folks' organizing work turned Georgia blue and flipped the US Senate. And scary as it was, the violence in Washington really wasn't as bad as I'd feared it might be. 

No doubt, everything could be better, and I'm gonna do what I can to make it better, like writing our provincial Environment and Energy Ministers just now, starting work on a song, and thinking of any other creative ways I can help oppose the opening of Alberta's Eastern Slopes to mountaintop-removal coal mining. But undeniably, everything could also be much worse. I met today––Martin Luther King Jr. Day, as it happens––on my yoga mat, listening to the Dr.'s speech "Beyond Vietnam," preached exactly a year before he was shot, and thinking how so much of what he said is still central to our struggle. He was murdered for speaking the truth. They put his name on a day so we wouldn't forget. There's another small victory. 

If you haven't heard it, you can read or listen to the speech here, and it's well worth your time. 

Pamela and Elliot are both over-employed and studying at the same time nowadays, so they're taking a break from learning new material this month, and I'll be doing the monthly show from my study. I've got illustrious company in any case: I'll be joined by two of the finest songwriters I've crossed paths with in all my years of rambling. Flash flat-picker, poet, photographer and livestreamer-long-before-it-was-cool Jonathan Byrd will be joining us from his home outside Chapel Hill, North Carolina. And the guy who made my hands-down favourite record of 2020, Justin Farren will be joining us from the house he built with his own hands in Sacramento, California. These two fellas are hella inspiring, and I can't tell you how excited I am for this show. We've also got our Riverdale Community League president Danny Hoyt coming on to talk a bit about community-building, something I've been thinking about a lot since I found myself living in such a sweet one. Showtime's 4:30 here in Alberta, which makes 6:30 in Ottawa, 11:30pm in London, 10:30am Sunday in Canberra, and half past noon in Wellington. You can tune in on either of my Facebook pages, on my YouTube channel, or right on the front page of www.scottcook.net, just scroll down! 

For last month's show we had David Newberry from Toronto, Melanie Horsnell from Australia, and none other than Corin Raymond from hiding in Hamilton with a brand new song that gave me chills! Our neighbourhood rabble-rouser Rocky also joined us for a bit of a chat, which mostly involved her turning the tables on me, picking my brain about Murray Bookchin and what could make a troubadour stay in one place. If you'd like to watch after the fact, it's still good TV, and it's here. 

Speaking of troubadours staying in one place, on February 2nd the folks at Home Routes/Chemin Chez Nous are bringing me, Corin and Jonathan together for a show called The Stay-at-Home Troubadour Revue!  It's a ticketed concert on Zoom, which is a really different experience from our monthly broadcasts. It's like we're all in the same room. It's the closest I've gotten to a house concert in the online world. And swapping songs with these two guys is pretty much my dream festival workshop. Please get a ticket on www.homeroutes.ca and join us, it's gonna be a night to remember.  Help us out and spread the Facebook event around too if you're so inclined.  This'll be a chance to hear a lot more from these fellas than the monthly variety shows allow, and there'll be time for questions and as well. Oh, and I'm saving my newest stuff for this one, 'cause the boys are bringing a raft of new material, including some spoken word and poetry. If you're a lover of words, get your household a ticket and get in the room! 

As 2020 drew to a close, I was really honoured to see Tangle of Souls make some year-end best-of lists, including AmericanaUK, Music Riot, Fervor Coulee, CKUA Radio Network, Folk Music Notebook, Folk Routes with Jan Hall, The International Americana Music Show, Just Us Folk, and the Edmonton Journal. The book even made the Journal's year-end local book list, which was a first for me.  I also got this truly wonderful review in Ireland's Lonesome Highway music blog last week.  Oh, and "Say Can You See" was the second-most-played song of 2020 on Folk Alliance International's folk radio charts! 

Alberta's been under a pretty strict lockdown up until today, so we three Indoorables rung in the New Year by ourselves with a fire in the front yard, and Pamela and I were tickled to make it to bed just before midnight––the first time I didn't stay up to count it down ever since I had the option. 

I've been making resolutions more of a daily thing this past while, believing more and more that habits are what a life's made of, and finding real joy in everyday discipline. As I mentioned a couple Travelogues back, I'm using a daily checklist, dividing my work up into 25-minute increments with 5-minute breaks in between, and it's changing my life. I submitted six years of unfiled taxes. Things I've been meaning to do for ages are getting done. And despite the ever-present uncertainty, I'm dreaming my way into the future. Pamela and I are looking at a bicycle tour of the islands in May. And I'm starting to look into small outdoor shows around BC and Alberta with the Second Chances in June and beyond. Drop a line to scottcooksongs@gmail.com if you're interested in any of that. And keep your eye out for small victories. 

Love and luck, 

s

Hey legends, 

I'm gonna try and keep it short this month. Let's see how I go! 

First, our Indoorables Holiday Variety Show's going out this coming Saturday, December 19th at 4:30 Mountain Time, which makes 5:30 in Winnipeg and Wisconsin, 6:30 in Toronto and Terre Haute, and 11:30pm for our friends in Glasgow and Glastonbury. For our friends on the other side of the world, it'll already be Sunday––7:30am in Taipei, 10:30 in Canberra, and half past noon in Wellington. It's impossible to pick a time that lines up just right for everybody, but we'll be doing some differently-timed things in the new year for folks who wanna tune in around the world. 

It's a full-on variety show this month, with guest appearances by our Riverdale neighbour Rocky, Toronto wordsmith David Newberry, Aussie songbird Melanie Horsnell calling in from Candelo, New South Wales, and a word with an as-yet-unannounced fellow troubadour hibernating in Hamilton. It's gonna be a show to remember. You can tune in on either of my Facebook pages, or my Youtube channel, through this link. If you're on Facebook, we'd sure appreciate you sharing the event.  Tell a friend! Start a watch party! And be sure to say hi in the comments. 

While this show'll be broadcast from around the Christmas tree, my next few online appearances will be coming from my study.  As many of you readers know, I made my home in a series of minivans for thirteen years. I named different areas according to their function: the tailgate was the kitchen and bar, the back was the bedroom, and the front seats were the office, with the dashboard as my desk. Since moving into an actual house with Pamela early this year, I've been luxuriating in having whole actual rooms set aside for these purposes. There was an even an extra bedroom upstairs that we designated my office. It felt kinda office-y, with white walls and white light, and it soon attracted the sort of office clutter that used to occupy my dashboard and annoy my passengers. It was functional, but certainly no place to broadcast a cozy livestream from. So about a week ago I painted it the same muted peachy-golden hue that covers the walls of our music room, hung up a picture, and even welcomed one of Pamela's hardier houseplants to the scene. Now it's too way pretty to be called an office. Henceforth, this snug room wherefrom I type this very Travelogue shall be known as the study. And these shall be the Study Shows: 

Thursday Dec 31 at 7:30pm Mountain Standard Time I'm appearing on Black Oak Artists' all-day New Year's Eve show, Coronathon 4: Bye Bye 2020! Music runs from 3pm-3am Eastern Time on their FB page, and I'm sandwiched in right between Ben de la Cour and Kora Feder, both of whom you should really check out. Come on over for Ben's show at 7pm MST/9 Eastern to see just how handsome a folksinger can be, and stick around for Kora afterward to hear just how brilliant these young wordsmiths can get these days ;) 

Tuesday Jan 5 at 8pm Mountain Time (which is 2pm Wednesday in New South Wales), I'll be swapping songs with my Aussie songwriter pal Melanie Horsnell for her Date Nights series. She's a brilliant songwriter and a great hang too. You can get an inkling on our variety show, but I reckon you'll want a full dose. 

Sunday Jan 10th I'll be singing a few songs for the Don Heights Unitarian Congregation in Toronto, who are meeting on Zoom. The speaker that week will be Paul Taylor, the CEO of FoodShare, a food activist, educator and really interesting guy. If you live in North Toronto, and/or are curious about Unitarianism (which is about as friendly a religion as you'll find anywhere), go by their website and sign up to attend. 

Aaand Tuesday, Feb 2nd, I'll be doing a Home Routes Zoom concert alongside my pals, mentors and inspirations Corin Raymond and Jonathan Byrd! It's an idea I've been thinking about since the beginning of the pandemic, and I'm so excited that it's finally coming together. It's the dream team stream. We're calling it The Stay-at-Home Troubadour Revue, and tickets are on sale starting TOMORROW right here! These Zoom shows are really special, 'cause we can actually see the audience, and the Home Routes crew are excellent hosts. It feels cozier and more interactive, more like a house concert than a broadcast. And swapping songs in the round with these two gents is pretty much my dream festival workshop. 

Jonathan Byrd's an old hand in the streaming game, having gotten into it with his weekly Shake Sugaree Residency from the Kraken outside Chapel Hill, NC way back before the pandemic, and he's still broadcasting a three-hour livestream every Wednesday, one of the best shows on the internet. Corin Raymond's a technological neophyte, but he's arriving in style, not only on the livestreams but also on Patreon, where he's offering his fans a peek inside his songwriting process, a window into his voracious reading, and a general inside track on all things C-Ray. I must admit, it's the first Patreon I've signed up to support. If it sounds like something you'd be into, come join me. 

Huge thanks, as always, to the kind folks ordering Tangle of Souls, and especially those who bought extra copies to spread the songs around.  I'm happy to offer bulk deals to grapevine-rustlers, just drop me a line!  Thanks also to Donald Teplyske for the indepth review in his blog Fervor Coulee, saying "Tangle of Souls is replete with intense, well-constructed songs that connect on personal and universal levels...  Cook’s writing—like his songs, confessional, reflection, recrimination, and call to arms in equal measure—is thought-provoking and hopeful; one appreciates that he has lived his life—scars and bruises, falls and celebrations, joys and elations—as he has deemed necessary: not all of us have elected his path, but reading his words, we become transfixed vicariously...  Scott Cook is now firmly positioned on my favourites shelf."  Shouts out also to Nick Burbridge for his four-star review in RnR Magazine: "his heart, as they say, is entirely in the right place, and it is a constant pleasure to hear him 'meet his doubts every day' while he avers that we 'need a revolutionary change in the way our societies are structured.'  His songs and tunes are equally genuine and affecting.  Sometimes to be most fully human is to be exposed exactly in this way."  Since several folks have asked whether I still have copies left, I have thousands, and I stand ready to mail and ship to anywhere in the world from my store. 

One last thing before I go: at the end of last month's show, we premiered a movie about everyone's favourite Indoorable Foxy. It was my movie-making debut, and by all reports, it brought a lot of people a lot of joy. In case you missed it, here's five minutes of cinematic glory you'll wonder how you lived without. 

As always, thanks for reading, and for sticking with me during these strange days. It means a lot. It's gonna be a weird Christmas, no doubt, but I hope you can connect with some of the folks you miss (my family'll be playing games on Zoom), take joy in the little things, remember how good we really do have it, and look forward to the campfire singalongs out there on the horizon. 

Love and luck from our house to yours, 

s

Hey friends, 

I'm writing from our place in snowy Riverdale, Alberta, with a couple Indoorables announcements!  First off, we're broadcasting again tomorrow, Saturday, November 21 at 4:30pm Mountain Time, which makes 6:30 in New York, 11:30pm in London, 7:30am Sunday in Taipei, 10:30am Sunday in Canberra, and half past noon on Sunday in Wellington.  Those last three countries, incidentally, have covid case counts in the single digits (Taiwan had 2 new cases yesterday, Australia had 7, and New Zealand 2, compared to Canada's 4645, the USA's 187,428, and the UK's 22,915), and in the last two of them it's actually springtime(!), so I'll certainly understand if folks there have better things to do than look at a computer screen.  But nevertheless, we hope to bring a little joy, hope, and heart to whoever tunes in, wherever you in the world you are.  You can join us on my Facebook fan page and start a watch party if you're so inclined, or you can tune in on my YouTube channel through this link.  We'll be able to see the comments from both feeds on Streamyard, but as far as I can tell, YouTube's got the best-quality stream.  Kindly click "subscribe" while you're there; I hope to do more with that channel as time goes on. 

This show's being co-presented by the Golden Link Folk Singing Society out of Rochester, New York, and we'll be using a platform called Streamyard which'll let us bring in some special guests including Golden Link's concert Concert Co-ordinator Janice Hanson; Edmonton singer, songwriter, actor and ethnomusicologist Dana Wylie; and our neighbourhood bike repairman J, as a living, breathing, archetypal example of a Real Canadian for our friends from afar.  Oh yeah, and we'll be premiering my first foray into cinematography!!!  I assure you, it's five minutes of silly glory that your life will be incomplete without. 

After the show, the Golden Link folks are hosting a Zoom hang which everyone's welcome at!  It's kinda like we'll leave the stage, then come around and meet you in the lobby.  That'll get going after the show, around 5:30 our time (7:30 in Rochester), right here. 

"Tangle of Souls" single release today 

The other big bit of news is that I just released the third single from Tangle of Souls to the streaming services today!  As you may know, I'm not a big fan of those sites, mostly on account of the model that earns them billions in profits while artists get paid in fraction of cents, but also for the way that having everything inevitably kinda cheapens it all.  I think we lose something if we lose the experience of listening to an album as a whole, and savouring the art and liner notes while we're at it.  You might say that my latest 240-page, cloth-bound, hardcover book's a bordering-on-the-absurd overreaction to that trend.  I wouldn't argue with that, though I prefer to think of it as just a vote for the kind of world I'd rather live in.  Nevertheless, I also acknowledge the world we actually do live in, and want to stress that I don't judge anyone for getting their music that way––it's not their fault that the system's set up like it is, and streaming really does introduce new music to ears around the world.  With that in mind, I've decided to share one last single, the title track.  I'd really appreciate it if you'd add it to a playlist or share it with a friend who'd enjoy it.  Interest in the first few days has a lot to do with what goes any further on those platforms.  You can stream "Tangle of Souls" on Spotify, Apple Music, Google/YouTube Music, Amazon, Napster, Deezer, Pandora, TikTok, and anywhere else you care to look.  And those of you reading this in email form (I love you) will find a download link at the bottom of this page. 

If you want to hear more songs from the album, you'll have to find 'em on Bandcamp (an artist-driven exception to the exploitative norm) or from my website. Speaking of which, I want to repeat my thanks to those of you who pre-ordered Tangle of Souls, and those who recently bought multiple copies for Christmas presents and such.  I was particularly honoured to hear that it was the monthly pick for a Toronto-based book club, and I even got to join the good people on a Zoom call to talk about it a bit.  You kind folks who still relish books, who still believe in albums, and who still support artists directly––you've made this crazy dream a reality, and I can't thank you enough for that. 

A bit about the song-incubation process 

Over the years, lots of folks have asked me about how songs get born, and on the day of its release, I'd actually like to tell a bit about the long trip this one took into the world.  Feel free to scroll past this if it's a little too deep-divey for you ;) 

Through all of my traveling and crossing paths with people who struck me as nothing short of heroic, I've been repeatedly astonished by the staggering size of this world, the uncountable souls struggling and winding their way through it, and the serendipitous ways our paths intersect.  It's something that overwhelmed me at times, but I could never put into words.  I still don't think I have.  But that's the tilting-at-windmills nature of art, of trying to say the unsayable.  Poets always fail, but the good ones fail admirably, and keep failing. 

For the most part, my songs don't get delivered to me whole; it's more like I cobble them together from spare parts.  This one's musical feel was inspired by something I heard my friend J Wagner play in a random, standing/staggering midnight jam at the crossroads in the campground of the Kerrville Folk Festival in Texas.  His song's called "Houston."  It's got a slow feel on the recording, but he was pushing it along that night, banging out a steady strumming pattern with a chop on the backbeat that made it feel like something Springsteen would sing.  That feel stuck with me, and came to mind when I was in Guatemala in January of 2019, toting a cigar-box ukulele my late friend Maurice Jones gave me and kicking ideas around for a song about this big ol' world.  One morning on the roof of our guesthouse I started to get some words together.  The idea hung around all through that trip, every time I felt awestruck by this big suffering, dreaming, struggling, loving and dying world we're all making our way through, and occasionally I wrote down another line or two.  Back home I wrote a few more lines, and when it started to feel like it was becoming less pliable, I changed it up, slowed it way down, even played it on electric guitar for a while.  It felt sadder and more personal at that pace, and gathered a couple more verses like that.  I must've written ten or more, though they didn't all make the cut.  Some of the images and turns of phrase were things I'd kept around for years.  One came from my buddy Jason Williams, who produces the Wild Mountain Music Festival in Hinton, wandering back to camp through the misty boreal sunrise at the North Country Fair.  "Lost and profound!" he said, and I said, "there's a song in that."  And then I did the most important thing writers do that non-writers don't.  I wrote it down. 

Regrettably, when I was writing the book I talked about a whole bunch of other things the song made me think of, and totally forgot to credit Jay for that turn of phrase.  I mean, it's been said before (there's even a Canadian band by that name), but his brain birthed it on its own, and he said it in earshot of a songwriter.  So thanks for that, Jay :) 

Shortly after our tromp around Guatemala, I flew to Australia to tour with the She'll Be Rights and record the album at the end of it.  This song wasn't quite finished, but the idea of this big ol' tangle of souls started to feel like it might be the unifying thread that ran through the whole collection.  I brought it to the band, and they helped me hugely in fleshing it out.  The heartbeat feel at the beginning and in the breakdown later on, the descending line between the verses, the way the ending of the verses alternates between IV - V - I and ii - V - I; all that's down to the musical genius of Liz Frencham, Bramwell Park, and Esther Henderson.  Bram also came up with a guitar part that moved it along much better than the original kernel I'd taken from J Wagner to begin with, so I gave the guitar to him, and played his mandolin on that song for a while.  Since I'm not a mandolin player, it never really sounded that good, and eventually they convinced me to just sing it, hands free.  That always feels scary for me, but it turned out to be the right choice.  With nothing to hide behind, I could focus on the words, and notice the places where I didn't want to look the crowd in the eyes as I sang them because I didn't quite believe them.  When it comes to editing, a room full of live humans is the best barometer I've found. 

In the studio we hashed it out with Bram playing both the guitar and mandolin, but didn't get to the finish line before we had to leave the country.  Kat Mear played the fiddle on it months later, with Liz engineering and me on the other side of the world.  Kat added to the feel with the double-time offbeat chops that run through the verses, and laid a blistering solo on it too.  But it still didn't feel done.  Eventually, in December 2019, I asked an Aussie dobro-playing friend of Liz' named Pete Fidler to have a crack at "Just Enough Empties" and "Right to Roam," both of which just didn't feel finished, and within a couple days he sent me some straight-up audio gold.  It was so good that I sent him "Tangle of Souls" to work on in January, and "The One Who Stays" and "Passin' Through" in March as well.  I really don't think this song or this record would be what it is without Pete Fidler's dobro.  And a big part of my motivation in reaching out to him was Corin Raymond's underwhelmed response to "Right to Roam," back when I sent him the rough bounces for the album.  Same goes for some crucial lyrical edits on the album––directly or indirectly, they're down to Corin.  He's one of those craftspeople who aren't easily satisfied; who won't settle for good enough, but keep chipping at things until they ring true.  That's the kind of iron that's always sharpened mine. 

The rest of the news that's fit to print 

It's really gratifying to see Tangle of Souls hanging around on radio three months after the release––it just re-entered the NACC charts this past week, and it's still on the most recent Folk Alliance charts, at #6 album and #4 single for "Say Can You See".  As always, I really appreciate those of you who take the time to call your local DJ (or write to Tom Power of CBC's q, for that matter) and ask them to play the album, it really does make a difference. 

Reviews are still coming in, too––most recently, UK publication Songlines said "In simple, descriptive turns of phrase, Cook sings about social ills and personal travails with perspicacious precision...  In the tradition of Woody Guthrie, Hazel Dickens and many others, Cook is carrying on the good fight."  There's also a review coming in the January issue of Vintage Guitar that'll hopefully bring the songs to some new ears.  Most importantly, though, the album's been well-received by the good folks I've met traveling around the world.  Here's a picture from the backyard of Guy Fordy in Katoomba, New South Wales, a town that gets name-dropped in the song I just released today. 

And Kelowna musician and promoter Dan Tait wrote: "Finally finished Scott Cook’s most recent love letter to the world, Tangle of Souls. It took me this long not because it was a difficult read, or because I struggled with it in any way - rather, I didn’t want to finish it. It was just what I needed while getting through the pandemic, while dealing with the floor dropping out of the music industry, while watching the insanity of the 2020 election year, while biting my nails trying to understand what’s going to happen with our local and global climate, and while feeling torn away from everything that is real and true by the tantalizing allure of social media. It’s been just what I needed. It’s a beautiful, meaningful and inspiring piece of art - and the record is fantastic.  If you’re looking for a beam of light in the darkness of these uncertain times, please look into this book and this album. If I may borrow a few lines from Scott... 'We’re already living in Eden. Earth’s our only home. We’re made of it. It doesn’t belong to us, we belong to it.  If you ever feel like you’re losing your grip, go out and remember where you came from.'" 

It's always been a mystery to me why some albums get attention that others don't.  I've been pleasantly surprised and humbled by the welcome this one's gotten so far.  But one new album that I think deserves a helluva lot more recognition is Justin Farren's new record Pretty Free.  He's a Sacramento-based songwriter with a disarming sense of humour, dazzling fingerstyle guitar, and a lyrical honesty that's all too rare.  He's been killing it in obscurity for years now, but wow, this latest record is his best yet, hands down.  It's fun, funny, and real as it gets.  The first time I listened to it, I just sat in the van sobbing at the beauty and tragedy of the world.  I haven't been this knocked out by an album in a long time.  Hear it here. 

Before I sign off, a brief word to my fellow Americans now that the election's over (even if the loser hasn't conceded yet) and the real work of mending our relationships has just begun.  A recent poll showed the majority of Americans thought that if the other side won the election, it would be the end of America.  I admit, I'm among that number.  From where I sit, another four years of Trump would have done irreparable damage to our democratic institutions, fanned the current racial and social conflict into a wildfire, sold off what's left of the common wealth (including the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge) to the highest bidder, and basically fired up the outboard motor on our collective paddle up shit creek.  But to plenty of other Americans, Joe Biden represents the thin edge of the wedge of a socialist, totalitarian takeover of the country by people who hate the very things it stands for.  Never mind that Joe Biden's not a socialist, or that his brand of neoliberalism isn't very different from his predecessors in both parties.  What I find more interesting is how the view from my side is similar to the view from the other side––in the hyperbole with which it's presented, and in the all-or-nothing, good-against-evil framing of the conflict.  As Spencer Case argues in his recent essay "Against Political Totalism", we shouldn't be surprised that some people seem willing to disregard democratic norms if they think the very survival of their way of life depends on the outcome. 

As we start down the difficult road toward reconciliation, I think we could all use to look at the biases in our own media diet, the way we've been driven to extremes, and how crazy some of the things we say could sound from the other side.  And I hope we might consider how the deep division over issues of race, gender, history, religious freedom, and political correctness––in short, the culture war––can be a distraction from class war, from the way the top 0.1% are still sucking up wealth on a mad dash toward annihilation while the rest of us are busy fighting each other.  Tribalism and outrage are great for getting us to spend more time on our screens (please listen to Sam Harris' interview with Tristan Harris if you haven't already), but they aren't helpful for bringing the country together to face the very real problems of a raging pandemic, an ongoing corporate takeover, and looming catastrophic climate change. 

As a couple nudges in that direction, I'd recommend the Spencer Case article I just mentioned, and any of Sam Harris' recent podcasts.  Even if you don't agree with everything they say (and I don't), it's at least refreshing to read and hear people disagreeing clearly and politely, without the outrage and jingoism that characterizes so much of our media these days.  And I reckon it's genuinely edifying to read philosophers of their kind, people devoted to clarity and truth, because as far as I'm concerned, so much of our current crisis boils down to an epistemological crisis.  So many of us have lost our grip on credibility and critical thinking, and become willing to distrust any and all authorities––in part, because they've lied to us for so long.  And while folks are distracted by Q-Anon or "plan-demic" theories, the human race is still marching predictably toward self-destruction.  Jeremy Lent's article "The Five Real Conspiracies You Need to Know About" is the best summary of all that I've read in a long time. 

One last thing to mention before I sign off, and it's thankfully far from the worrisome wider world: I've started to contend with nausea from using the computer over the last few months.  It's kinda scary, and I haven't wanted to say anything about it.  Unfortunately, so much of my work is on the computer––it's the email-answering, gig-booking, order-handling, website-updating, social-media-posting, and nowadays even more kinds of tech-fiddling that's allowed me to actually make a living singing songs.  It's not like I can leave all that behind.  But I've made a step in a helpful direction lately.  On our last little tour through BC, someone mentioned the "pomodoro" method: basically, it's about breaking work up into discrete 25-minute intervals, with 5-minute breaks in between, and it's really helping.  Pamela's taken it into her workday as well.  I've made up a weekly checklist with all the things I want to dedicate sustained attention to each day, like songwriting, learning fiddle tunes on the guitar, working through my music books and online lessons, working on my taxes, sitting meditation, and a whole bunch of five-minute exercises like pushups, curls, and playing the harmonica.  The timer drives me through it, and makes my time on the computer more deliberate.  Plus, there's a really satisfying feeling in filling in the squares on my checklist with highlighter.  I'm not strict about it, and I haven't even managed to fill in a whole day's checkboxes yet.  But it's nudging me in a good direction, and I thought I should say so in case you're looking for some inspiration in changing up your habits.  It's a cliche, but it's true: the journey is the destination.  Our habits are what we spend our life doing.  And I know I'm on about Sam Harris a lot lately, but his interview with James Clear about habit formation really spoke to me. 

Alright, that's it for me for now!  I hope this finds you inspired, wherever you are, and I hope you'll join us tomorrow if your schedule allows.  Big love from our house to yours, 

s

Hey friends, 

I'm writing you from my home in Riverdale, Alberta, by the banks of the North Saskatchewan.  I remember marvelling at the river opening up in the spring, when I'd just gotten back from Texas and The Tour That Never Was, and now I'm gonna stay put and watch it freeze over again.  I haven't stuck it out through a Canadian winter in twenty years, but I'm surprisingly stoked for it.  I've got what feels like a lifetime of loose ends to tend to, and a seemingly bottomless appetite for woodshedding.  I'm finally learning my way around the guitar!  I'm working up the courage for a long-overdue reckoning with the Canada Revenue Agency!  I'm gradually clearing the mental space to write some songs!  And I reckon just staying in one place has some valuable lessons to teach me. 

Pamela and I did take a little road trip out BC last month to visit her youngest daughter, and I managed to line up a couple shows along the way. It was a thrill to feel like we were on tour again, even briefly––driving through gorgeous scenery, swimming in lakes, marvelling at starry skies, and singing for small outdoor gatherings of old and new friends.  At Creekside Concerts in Priddis the audience looked glorious, bathed in the golden evening light along Fish Creek.  On our friends' farm outside Salmon Arm the crowd included a pig and a goat, and we savoured the after-show afterglow with fire-lit songs and conversation along the Salmon River.  And on our way back, we reunited with Elliot to play a lamplit barn party outside Camrose called Prairie Oak Folk Fest.  "You're looking at a touring band," I told the crowd, "haven't seen one of those in a while, eh?" 

from the show in Silver Creek, BC, photo by Mikey B 

I attended a couple more chilly outdoor shows here in Edmonton this past weekend (local heroes Lucas Chaisson, Swear By the Moon, and Braden Gates), but I reckon those'll be the last of the season.  Our last one was two weeks ago, singing for a surprisingly large crowd from a front porch in Allendale.  We're taking the rest of the year off from three-dimensional shows, but I'm pleased to announce that the Indoorables are returning to the world wide web next Tuesday, October 20th!  The show's being presented by our friends at the Calgary Folk Club in collaboration with Home Routes, an amazing organization that sent me to the Yukon in 2013 and to northern Saskatchewan and Manitoba in 2015 for two-week runs of house concerts.  It's happening on Zoom, which makes it a little like a house concert––it'll be cozy, and we'll get to see your faces, rather than just sending songs out into the air.  I mean, you're welcome to turn your camera off and watch in your underwear if you want, but I reckon it'll be way more fun to actually see the folks we're singing for.  We encourage the wearing of silly hats and any other interesting headgear. You're also welcome to bring your axe if you want to jam along with your mic muted.  We're gonna have some time for Q&A, a little tour of the place, a chat with everyone's favourite four-legged Indoorable Foxy, and some special guests joining us for cameos from afar, including our Australian comrade Liz Frencham, whose upright bass playing dances through Tangle of Souls, calling in from the backyard studio in Trentham, Victoria where we recorded it! 

We put together a little promo video yesterday, at the Home Routes' team's urging, and I'm glad we did.  Old Man Winter even made a perfectly-timed appearance at the end.  Have a look! 

The show's at 6:30 Mountain Time, which makes 5:30 on the west coast, 8:30 in Toronto and New York, and 11:30am Wednesday in Melbourne, where we hope to provide some entertaining relief for our friends in lockdown.  I've been part of a couple Zoom shows so far, and it's a very different experience from going out on Facebook Live.  I can already feel the familiar twinge of nervousness that goes with playing shows in the real world and wondering who'll show up.  If you want in, get a ticket here.  It's $10-25 sliding scale, and of course you only need one ticket per household.  You can help us out by inviting friends who'd enjoy it, and if you're on Facebook, sharing the event. 

After two months of monomaniacal mailing, I'm relieved to say that all the orders have been sent out!  The remaining US orders are all in the country and en route by USPS.  If you're in Australia or New Zealand and haven't gotten yours yet, it should be arriving very soon.  Canada Post wanted $44 apiece to air-mail a single book and CD down under, so I opted to ship them in five big boxes, to be sent out individually by AusPost. Yackandandan folksinger Candice McLeod and Bega record shop Sugar Sounds are the heroes helping me with this, and I'm sure they'd be grateful for your support if you feel so moved.  If you're elsewhere in the world and haven't gotten yours yet, drop me a line and I'll try and track it down. 

If you pre-ordered the album before the release date, you should've gotten an email from me a couple days ago with a download code for the one song that didn't make it on the album, a lonesome waltz called "The One Who Stays".  If you were among those who pre-ordered, but didn't get the download, let me know and I'll send it to you. 

If you got a vinyl copy, there's a digital download code inside the back cover.  All the folks who ordered through my website also got download codes on release day, but if yours expired, or you'd prefer a lossless download in another format besides MP3, just drop me a line and I'll get you one from Bandcamp. 

Plenty of friends have been posting pictures on Facebook and Instagram when the album arrives, and I'm very grateful for them rustling the ol' grapevine.  I wanted to share two in particular with you––this one from our dear friends Penny and Jim of Back Porch Swing, demonstrating the proper way to take Tangle of Souls on a paddling excursion: 

And this one from our friend and house concert host Diana Paige, showing a vinyl copy of Tangle of Souls on its way home from the post office in Cumberland, BC: 

A thousand copies have already flown out into the world, but the remaining four thousand arrived by boat from Taiwan last month. I had to rent a utility trailer from Home Depot to pick them up from the shipping warehouse, and it was among the craziest-feeling "am I in over my head?" moments of my career so far, driving down the highway with 2344 pounds of books on two pallets and wondering how my life came to this. 

If you want to help me feel less crazy about all that, and get your Christmas shopping done at the same time, you can get copies here.  Now that the backlog's all done, I'm shipping out orders as soon as they're received, and I'm happy to cut bulk deals for anyone who wants a few, just email me at scottcooksongs@gmail.com.  We've also got Indoorables T-shirts being printed as we speak, so if you want in on that, you can order from my store or just drop me a line. 

Folk radio's been incredibly kind to the album, especially in the States.  "Say Can You See" was the number 1 song on the Folk Alliance International charts for August, and for the month of September, I was the second-most played artist, "Say Can You See" was the second-most played song, and Tangle of Souls was the second-most played album.  I've never had such a satisfying response to a release.  Huge thanks to all the folk DJs who spun it, and to the listeners who called in to request a track.  And since some folks have written to ask me about that, I should be clear: just about every college, community and public radio station in North America should have Tangle of Souls by now, and it really does help if you call them up and request a song! 

Reviews have been coming in steadily as well, thanks to my publicity team of Geraint Jones (G Promo PR) in Europe and Mike Farley (Michael J Media Group) in the US.  Chris Spector in the Midwest Record wrote, "with songs as open and universal as Woody Guthrie at his mightiest, this is a plea for humanity to stop screwing up without a single punch in the chops in the bunch. A modern day troubadour that's doing it for real and without pretense, you'd be wise to enjoy this before this and stuff like it just disappear into the void. By all means check it out if you really need something to wake up your humanity."   Rich Barnard of UK blog Red Guitar Music praised its "honesty, self-awareness and uncommon academic flair (quotes! references! footnotes!)" and said, "as a document of our times, this absorbing musical story of travel and self-discovery really deserves to be on the school syllabus.  As a project that is designed to be held in your hands, seen with your eyes and heard with your ears, Tangle of Souls is more meaningful than anything you will ever stream.  It is a handbook for the soul, and one with a remarkably good soundtrack." 

Gordon Sharpe in Americana UK gave it 9 out of 10, saying: "Sometimes a package arrives that might just take your breath away and, ‘Tangle of Souls’, by Canadian Scott Cook, is one such...  A rich and varied multimedia offering which seeks to confront issues of personal and collective responsibility and the actions that flow from them...  Exceptional words and music to help calibrate the moral compass."  UK blog Three Chords and the Truth said "a little time spent in the company of Scott Cook's music is good for the soul."  Music Riot gave it five stars: "superbly crafted and delivered, and packed with interesting and thought-provoking ideas... 'Tangle of Souls' is an important work from the wider Americana scene this year. It’s a deeply-considered view of individuals and society twenty years into the twenty-first century; the narratives aren’t necessarily cheerful, but the overall message is positive, in line with Scott’s personal outlook."  Dani Heyvaert of Belgium publication Rootstime said (Google Translate-d from Dutch), "Cook effortlessly surpasses all his previous work with this new record...  I rarely get the figurative five stars out of the closet, but for this one I do it without any restrictions: she is a feast for the ear, heart and eye...  This is one of those rare records, where literally everything is right. Masterpiece!"  And Rachel Cholst of Adobe and Teardrops said "Damn, this is a gorgeous album. Scott Cook’s voice -- vocally and lyrically -- is as clear-eyed, optimistic, and straightforward as ever... Tangle of Souls is the medicine we could all use right now." 

I also had a great interview with Ron Olesko of Folk Music Notebook the other day, and a nice chat with Heath Racela on his Quarantine Creatives podcast.  I've been thinking seriously about trying my hand at podcasting myself, seeing as I meet so many interesting people on my travels, and I'd love to give them another place to tell their stories.  Being off the road has given me space to daydream about lots of different creative projects, and I'm thinking of opening up subscriptions for folks who want to support me in those endeavours, and be on the inside track for them when they come out, for something like the price of a coffee per month.  It's just an embryonic idea at this point, but if you like the sound of that, feel free to chime in. 

Speaking of which, our Australian collaborator Liz Frencham has started offering subscriptions on Patreon, and you can support her here.  Her latest solo album Love and Other Crimes is her best work yet, and you can have a listen and download it on her Bandcamp page. 

Another artist and collaborator who could use your support is my old Taiwan pal and UK tourmate Jez Hellard, who features prominently in the twelfth chapter of Tangle of Souls, and is rounding up the cash to press his newest album, which shows the fellas in their finest form, here. 

Before I sign off, I must confess that I'm worrying every day for the country I come from, and what it might mean for the world if the Divided States fall apart.  I hope I'm mistaken, but sometimes it looks like a country on the verge of civil war.  It's happened before.  Back then, Lincoln said "we are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."  The war came anyway, and over 700,000 American men and boys were killed by their countrymen.  But as the war drew to a close at the beginning of his second term, Lincoln again reached for reconciliation rather than retribution: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations." 

Braver Angels, the organization that picked up "Say Can You See" for their songwriting contest, is one of several groups working to depolarize American politics, and I think their work's never been more important.   The challenge, as I talk about a bit in Tangle of Souls, is that we live in such different worlds.  We're almost completely incapable of understanding where our political opponents are coming from, or hearing how crazy we sound to them.   But if we can't find a middle ground, we're in trouble, because fighting starts when talking becomes impossible.  If the country's going to pull back from the brink, it's going to take understanding and empathizing, not demonizing one another.  Randy Lioz' article about Kyle Rittenhouse (the 17 year-old who took a gun to Kenosha, Wisconsin and killed two people protesting the police shooting of Jacob Blake) shows the kind of hard work ahead of us, and the risk involved if we fail.  As he says, "what creates this danger is our constant habit of viewing the actions of our opponents in the worst possible light in order to achieve our full moral separation; our maintenance of the view of ourselves as in the right, and them in the wrong. We’re constantly nudged one way or the other in our interpretation of the intentions and the motivations of those we disagree with, and when we add up all those little nudges, it puts us on the other side of a vast gulf." 

"Kyle Rittenhouse is Not Who You Think He Is" by Randy Lioz 

It's important to remember that all our institutions, resilient as they are, are held together by trust, goodwill, and a sense of common purpose.  That glue seems to be getting weaker by the day.  Vast numbers of Americans don't trust scientists, public authorities, or each other.  Around half of Americans think there's reason to be suspicious of the results of the election three weeks from now, and a majority suspect there's going to be violence.  Borrowing Lincoln's words, Braver Angels is circulating a pledge called "With Malice Toward None".  It reads: "Regardless of how the election turns out, I will not hold hate, disdain, or ridicule for those who voted differently from me. Whether I am pleased or upset about the outcome, I will seek to understand the concerns and aspirations of those who voted differently and will look for opportunities to work with people with whom I don’t agree."  If you can find it in your heart to say that, you can add your name here. 

As you know, not everybody's open to trying to understand the other side.  No less than twenty-four congressional candidates in the upcoming election (22 Republicans and 2 independents) follow QAnon, the story that most of the political establishment and Hollywood glitterati are part of a Satanic, cannibalistic pedophile ring that Trump is secretly working to bring down.  This isn't just a lunatic fringe anymore.  It points to an epistemological crisis deeper than politics, and bigger than America.  This breakdown of our sense of shared reality seems to have a lot to do with the way social media platforms tailor our online experience toward the single goal of increasing our time spent on the site, rather than toward truth.  A new Netflix doc called The Social Dilemma's drawing some attention to the problem, but Sam Harris' recent interview with Tristan Harris, one of the main voices in the film, shines a lot more light on the subject without the sensationalistic flair of the documentary.  In general, I think Sam Harris is the kind of voice of reason we need more of.  I don't agree with everything he says, but I'm always grateful for the fair, cool-headed way he puts forward his points and considers the points of others.  You can hear the first part of his talk with Tristan Harris (before the paywall) here: 

"Welcome to the Cult Factory" on Sam Harris' Making Sense podcast 

While I'm at it, I was also really impressed by Tristan Harris' interview with Taiwan's Digital Minister Audrey Tang, who set up the broadband for the 2014 student occupation of parliament that I mention in Tangle of Souls.  My Aussie songwriter pal David Ross MacDonald forwarded it to me, and it got me excited about the future like I haven't been in a LONG time.  There really are so many ways we could make our societies more democratic and just, if we'd only listen to the right voices.  If you're interested, check out "Digital Democracy Is Within Reach" from Your Undivided Attention. 

Of course, all we ever get is a chance to nudge the needle in the right direction.  And whatever you may think about Joe Biden or Kamala Harris, there's no doubt in my mind that they'll steer the country more capably than the current bunch of grifters and crooks.  There's a lot at stake in three weeks' time, and I hope everyone who believes in democracy will do whatever they can to preserve it, for the sake of our ancestors and for the generations to come.  Make sure you're registered to vote, and make sure your friends and neighbours are registered to vote.  Vote in person if you can.  And if you're able, sign up to help at the polls. There's a record shortage of poll workers this year, and there's only a few days left to apply, here. 

Stay safe, stay sane and stay kind, friends, wherever you are.  With love, 

s

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Hey friends, 

I hope you're well, and finding goodness and beauty in the world around you, despite the carnage and callousness in the headlines. Reach out to your loved ones. These are crazy times, and crazy-making too. Call your friends. 

I'm still seeing plenty of silver lining in my enforced slowdown, but I've also been feeling some unexpected bittersweetness as the chill creeps into the evening air. This time of year usually means leaving for me. Pamela and I will be making a little run out to BC next month to visit her daughter, and we'd love to play a couple backyard concerts along the way if possible––if anyone in Calgary, the Crowsnest, the Kootenays, the Shuswap or the Okanagan's keen to host us in the September 8-13 range, please do get in touch––but that'll probably be the extent of my traveling 'til this side of the world warms up again. I haven't quite wrapped my head around that yet. 

While it's still summer, though, we may as well make the most of it! We did just that last weekend here in Riverdale, Edmonton, where we hosted the first and hopefully last annual Riverdale Folk & Facemask Festival, with performances from Riverdalians and honorary Riverdalians Billie Zizi, Lucas Chaisson and Andi Vissia, Dana Wylie, Bill Bourne, Swear By the Moon, Picture the Ocean, Bramwell Park, Elliot Thomas, and Joe Nolan, who sang while a double rainbow graced the gathering of kind souls. Apologies to the folks who tuned in online, only to lose the feed when I ran out of power, and later, out of data. Too much on my plate, I guess! Melissa came out from Prince George for the show, and it was a joy to play with the Second Chances again. We were really hoping we wouldn't exceed 200 attendees, as that's the provincial limit for outdoor gatherings, and luckily we hovered just under that number for most of the day. And thanks to the enormous generosity of the crowd (as well as an anonymous donor from the local folk community), we managed to get some much-needed funds to a bunch of out-of-work songsters. Thank you all, from the bottom of this new Riverdalian's heart. 

We Indoorables have a few more local shows coming up, starting this afternoon! 

Fri Aug 28 • 4pm on the Art Gallery of Alberta terrace, just one set, free with gallery admission 

Fri Aug 28 • private concert in King Edward Park 

Sun Aug 30 • 5pm and 7pm sets in the parking lot of New Asian Village in Sherwood Park 

Mon Aug 31 • private show in Spruce Grove 

Sat Sep 5 • back alley concert in Ritchie 

Fri Sep 18 • private barn party near Camrose 

Sun Sep 20 • Vermillion Folk Club show at Mannville Riverview Golf Course 

All the info for the public shows is on www.scottcook.net, and friends who wanna ask about wheedling their way into one of the private shows are welcome to drop me a line. 

Those further afield are probably most curious about when your albums might be arriving, and some of you have already written to ask about that. Turns out mailing out 600-some albums is a pretty big task, but after many long days of envelope-stuffing, I'm pleased to report that I'm starting to see the light on the other side. Yackandandan songstress Candice McLeod has been hugely helpful in mailing out copies to the folks who filled out envelopes and paid cash while we were in Australia––a job further complicated by the fact that the book got bigger than I originally anticipated and now won't fit in the original envelopes! If you're among that lot, yours should be en route to you. If you're in the second lot of Aussie orders (that is, if you ordered online), I'll be signing and sending out those real soon. If you preordered from the US and your album hasn't arrived yet, it's most likely in a big box headed to Michigan, where my dear friend Mo will be getting them stamped at the local post office. If you're in the Edmonton area and I haven't made it to you by bike yet, I'm coming! And if you're elsewhere in Canada, or elsewhere in the world, I'm working my way through the rest of the orders, and you should be seeing it soon! I ran into a big issue with single CDs in Canada––they were supposed to be around $5 to mail, but have ended up being $15 or so, thanks to just barely exceeding the 20mm thickness limit for lettermail (despite assurances to the contrary from my manufacturer). I tried my best to find some way around it, shaking my head at absurdities like it being cheaper to mail a CD to Taipei than to Toronto (or cheaper to mail a CD to Canada from the US than from within Canada!), but I've finally decided to just suck it up and send 'em out via the limousine service that is Expresspost. You should be seeing them soon. 

My sincere apologies go out to the kind folks who preordered ages ago, and have had to wait much longer than either of us expected. I mean, they were supposed to be PRE-orders! For what it's worth, you putting your money down in advance provided the much-needed ballast of belief that carried this thing to completion in these turbulent times. I really don't know if I would've made it without you. Additionally, for those who ordered single CD packages in Canada, you got in before I raised my postage rates to reflect the current reality! But as a further token of thanks, I'll be sending out a waltz from the sessions that didn't make the album, exclusively to the folks who pre-ordered. It's called "The One Who Stays," and I sure hope it tickles your eardrums. 

For those who ordered vinyl, as you may or may not have noticed, there's a sticker inside the back cover of the book with a download code from Bandcamp. Everyone who ordered through my website should've also gotten a download code from Bandzoogle on the release date, but if yours has expired, or if you're an audiophile who prefers WAV (or any other lossless format) rather than MP3, just drop me a line and I'll send you a Bandcamp download code. All the downloads include a digital version of the album booklet, but I'll certainly understand if you'd rather curl up with a hardcover book than a 240-page PDF, and opt to wait for the physical thing to land in your mailbox. 

If you've already received yours, I'm really curious to know what kind of shape it arrived in. I've been trying out various packaging options, and am somewhat torn between making less waste and making sure everybody's albums arrive unbruised. If you don't mind dropping me a line to tell me how yours was packed, and how it fared (particularly around the spine), I'd be very grateful for the information. And I'd be glad to replace anything that had too rough a ride, just let me know! 

I'm stoked to report that Tangle of Souls is sitting at #1 on the charts for CKUA (our Alberta-wide community radio network), and by all indications it's gonna stay there another week! CKUA has been hugely helpful to me over the course of my career, but I've never hit the top spot before, and it's really exciting. 

I also had a nice on-air chat with Grant Stovel about the album, which you can hear here if you're interested! 

By now, the album should be available on most college, community, and public radio stations around North America and Europe, so please do call in and request a song if you're so inclined! And if there's a station in Australia or New Zealand that you think should have it, please do let me know, as I'm my own publicist down there this time around. 

Reviews have been coming in as well, and I was particularly honoured and humbled by this five-star review in our local paper by Fish Griwkowsky: 

"Opening with a fiddle-driven two-stepper, Scott Cook’s seventh 'love letter' to the world is all strings and beauty, a 12-song agnostic endorsement of love over fear. 

Cook’s marvellous book, song by song, leads into wonderful, captivating ideas and places, including the fact that he almost killed himself after 20 years drinking, wondering why he was so bent on self-destruction when, really, he had everything going for him a person could ask... As an experienced addict Cook recognizes how much our civilization is acting exactly like one: full of denial and desperate, bad-logic negotiation for just one more fix with a lot of yelling about minding your own business when, in fact, we’re all undeniably connected in the business of humanity. 

But, magically, Cook chooses healthy skepticism over accusatory cynicism — asking us to think about who most benefits if we, on these lower decks together, can’t even manage to get along. 

Which brings us back to the music, and the point of the song Say Can You See: the most directly activist song he says he’s ever written, yet it doesn’t condemn, it summons to one fire... Of Cook’s many records, this one most reminds me of Steve Earle’s masterpiece El Corazon, where the sad, slow songs — and there are many here — dig deepest... Cook’s albums are always thoughtful, moral without overly moralizing, and usually pretty funny at a moment or two. That happens here and there some, to be sure, but I would say of all his records this one simply feels the best, the most earthen somehow, down to the lovely instrumental Right to Roam at the end, which in the book talks about people with no permanent address — but without words feels like a natural kind of freedom, too, like a few days at North Country Fair. 

So while I’m throwing the book on the shelf with Marcus Aurelius and Susan Sontag, the record goes on the turntable again." 

As always, though, the best publicist I've got is the ol' grapevine! Sing the songs if they move you. And tell your friends about the album if you think they'll enjoy it. I want nothing more than to find good homes for these things. 

Big love from here to wherever you are, your fan, 

s

Hey friends, 

I'm writing you from my home in leafy Riverdale, Alberta, where I'm experiencing that "where did the time go?" feeling I've heard so much about.  It's been almost two months since I wrote you last.  On the road, two months can seem like ages, with innumerable sights and souls passed along the way.  But in one place, the time blurs in a way I'm unfamiliar with.  It's been a revelation for me. 

The most tangible indication of time having passed is the fact that the once-distant release date for Tangle of Souls is somehow TOMORROW!  And while I'm way readier than I've ever been, I'm still not ready.  For starters, the PRE-orders are still going out into the world!  I've got piles of packages on my office floor, alongside stacks of CDs, envelopes, address labels (I've learned more than I ever wanted to about mail merges these last couple weeks), tape, bubble wrap, and cardboard vinyl mailers.  I've been making trips to the post office almost every day, and I've had the pleasure of hand-delivering a bunch of copies around town by bicycle, which often allows for quick chats with some of the kind folks who sponsored this crazy dream.  I hope to make some more in-person deliveries on my trip south this weekend.  And of course I'll keep packing and mailing as fast as I can, with my apologies and heartfelt thanks for the patience of the folks who pre-ordered. 

It feels simultaneously scary and exciting to let these birds fly out into the world.  I've never put so much of myself into anything before.  But it's been encouraging, already, to hear back from the places they're landing.  A kindred soul in Maine named Lucky Clarke interviewed me for the paper, and said that "the ripples from 'Tangle of Souls' reached me on many levels, some disturbing and some affirming, but all in all refreshing and empowering, like, 'Wow, somebody else thinks this way, too!'" 

And yesterday, in the grocery store parking lot, I got a call from Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul and Mary), who said that he loves my music.  I told my Mom and Dad as soon as I got off the phone :) 

Peter was calling about an online concert we're doing tomorrow, for an organization called Braver Angels that's working to depolarize American politics.  Many people have been lamenting the erosion of civil discourse nowadays––the increasingly-distant media bubbles we inhabit, and how quickly online arguments descend into insults––and it's one of the themes I explore in Tangle of Souls.  I've become nostalgic for a time when people on opposing sides of an issue might come together and debate cordially (like when James Baldwin debated William F. Buckley!), rather than just shouting each other down.  In that spirit, Braver Angels has been hosting debates and town-hall meetings these last few years, bringing together Americans from opposite sides of the political spectrum to talk about issues that matter to us all, in hopes that folks might actually understand one another.  They've moved their operations online since the pandemic began, and they've hosted some really interesting debates about policing, race relations, reparations, and so on, as well as discussions about depolarizing the media and how we can build some kind of consensus about the facts.  It's not enough to lament this "post-truth world" or bemoan the lack of universally-credible sources.  People need to keep talking.  It's hard work, but it's crucial, because fighting starts when talking becomes impossible. 

As part of their work, they sponsored a songwriting contest, and "Say Can You See" took third place!  I'll be playing an online concert tomorrow at 8pm EST (6pm here), along with Peter, Steve Seskin (who runs the songwriting school I've attended in Kerrville), and the other winners Donna Miller, Jon Baker, and Tom Prasada-Rao.  If you'd like to join us, you can tune in here. 

I also had a chat with Braver Angels Jon Wood, Jr., Sage Snider, and the other winners a week or so back, which you can hear on whatever podcast app you use––just search for "The Braver Angels Podcast" and the episode "And the Winner Is!" 

There's big news TODAY, too––The Bluegrass Situation is exclusively premiering my song "Rollin' to You," right here, have a look and listen! 

And this evening, the Indoorables and I will be on Alberta Spotlight, alongside our hella talented pals Mariel Buckley, Jay Gilday, Joe Nolan, and Justine Vandergrift––all Edmonton Folk Fest alumni!  It'll be aired at 4:30pm Mountain Time on CKUA's page and then again on Sunday, Aug 9 at noon on Alberta Music, National Music Centre​, CKUA Radio Network​, and Stagehand​’s Facebook pages. 

Tomorrow morning at 8:45am Mountain Time, I'll be on CKUA chatting with Grant Stovel about the new record, a short snippet of a longer chat that'll be posted on their website later.  And tomorrow afternoon at 4:30 MT, I'll be on CBC Calgary's program the Homestretch, where I'll be throwing out the offer of bike deliveries in Calgary! 

It's really gratifying to receive such an enthusiastic response from Alberta media, including last Friday's chat with CBC Edmonton's Radio Active.  Anywhere in North America, if you feel like calling into your local radio station to request a track from Tangle of Souls, they should at least have it in digital form by now, and it would sure help keep the momentum going. 

Unlike most albums released nowadays, this one won't be available on all the digital platforms.  I've released two singles already ("Leave a Light On" and "Say Can You See"), and I might release the title track later.  But I won't be uploading the whole album to the streaming services, because I don't like the idea of artists being paid in tiny fractions of pennies for their life's work, and because I have the privilege of not going all in on that exploitative racket, thanks to the listeners who continue to support me and buy my albums.  There's a lot more about that subject in the big book that comes with the album––incidentally, another thing that won't be available on Spotify ;) 

Bandcamp's one wonderful exception to the online landscape of artsploitation, and the whole album will be available there in digital form starting tomorrow––which also happens to be one of the days they're donating their whole pay-share back to the artists, like the mensches they are!  It's also downloadable direct from www.scottcook.net, and on both those platforms it'll include a download of the 240-page liner notes.  If you're anything like me, though, and you'd rather curl up with a hardcover book than a PDF, those can be ordered on www.scottcook.net/tunes. 

We're also going to be bringing the songs out into the real world in the coming weeks, though only here in central Alberta: 

Wed Aug 19 • Highlands, Edmonton • front yard concert 
Thu Aug 20 • Vermilion • TBC 
Sat Aug 22 • Riverdale, Edmonton • Riverdale Folk (& Facemask!) Festival with Bill Bourne, Billie Zizi, Bramwell Park, Dana Wylie and Kirsten Elliott, Joe Nolan, Lucas Chaisson, Picture The Ocean, Swear By The Moon, and those ever-lovin' Indoorables! 
Wed Aug 26 • Sherwood Park • Hoop It Up 2020 back yard concert 
Wed Aug 28 • King Edward Park, Edmonton • private concert 
Sat Sep 5 • Ritchie, Edmonton • back alley concert 

All the info about those shows, including rain dates, will be on www.scottcook.net soon.  And there'll be more Indoorables shows coming in September, as long as people keep observing public health guidelines and this pandemic stays under control! 

Speaking of the Indoorables, Pamela took the hilarious and secretive step of having T-shirts made for the band, with design by our talented friend Kendall Vreeling and silkscreening by the cool kids at Turkey and Pistols! 

A few folks wrote to say they wanted one, so we're thinking about opening up the doors to the club!  If you want in, just write me at scottcooksongs@gmail.com with your size and we'll sort out a bulk order! 

I've gotta sign off for now, 'cause I've got packages to mail, but here's hoping that wherever this finds you, it finds you healthy, happy and inspired.  These sure are crazy times, but I'm grateful we're going through them together. 

Stay well, keep shining, 

s

Hey friends, 

Just a wee note from my world, which I must admit feels pretty idyllic these days, especially in light of all that's unfolding elsewhere. I have no idea when I'll be able to go back to work––both my August-September tour of Europe and March-April tour of Australia cancelled in the last couple weeks––but I really can't complain. A lot of friends have written with sympathetic words for me and my fellow musicians' predicament, and I'm very grateful to be thought of. But I count myself among the privileged few, and so I want to preface any self-promotion in this email with an important caveat: if you feel motivated to send money my way, I hope you'll also consider sending money to people who need it more than I do. More on that below. 

My biggest bit of news is that my new single "Say Can You See" is being exclusively premiered on American Songwriter Magazine today! I've never had a song exclusively premiered anywhere. It feels good. And it feels like a hopeful song to be releasing into the world right now, as we see large groups of Americans increasingly turning against each other, to the benefit of those who profiteer off hate. You can hear it here: 

"Say Can You See": Scott Cook's Protest Song for America's Rebound 

If it moves you, please share it. Learn to sing it yourself if you feel so inclined. It'll be released to all the streaming and download platforms on Friday, and you can pre-save it on Spotify, Apple Music, or Deezer through this link. 

There's also a video for the song, shot in Australia by our friends at Pegleg Productions, which we'll be premiering this Friday, June 19th during our online concert––likely the last Indoorables concert for a good long while. We're playing a sold-out, socially-distanced outdoor show the next day, and will be doing more outdoor shows as the summer rolls on, so we decided to do this last one indoors. It's been a real joy to be able to sing for folks all over the world at the same time, and this instalment's gonna be extra special. We've got a new housemate, our pal José Mejia, who'll be joining us on dobro and tres. We've worked out a bunch of new tunes, including lots of lead vocals from Pamela Mae! And the Foxy Cam will be back by popular demand. We've also got an extra special surprise that you'll just have to tune in to find out about ;) We're going out at 7pm Mountain Time, which makes 6pm on the West Coast, 9pm in New York, 2am in London (sorry!), 9am Saturday in Taiwan, 11am in Australia, and 1pm Saturday in New Zealand. Please join us if you can, BYO, right here, and please share the event! 

Oh yeah, and the album! I got the test pressings of the vinyl the other day, and savoured the experience of putting MY OWN record on the turntable for the first time in my life. The manufacturing process has started for those, and I'll be receiving a mock-up book from the printer today, to approve before I go ahead with the printing of the books. I'm still making some changes to the text, with help from Corin Raymond and Pamela Mae. If anyone wants their name in the book, there's a day or two left to do that, and I'll continue taking pre-orders for the album here. 

Lastly, like everybody with a heart, I've been shocked and saddened by the deaths of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and others. The extent to which systemic racism remains a problem in US policing is a complicated question, but the staggering amount of clear racism that we've seen in the response to these protests says a lot about how deep the problem still is in our societies. Even the Canadian peanut gallery's throwing up plenty of horrible word salad about people of colour and indigenous Canadians. And the crazy police violence we've seen in response to protests against police violence has had a similar effect of proving the very point they're arguing against. In short, I'll just say that there's an obvious hypocrisy in assuming the benevolence of the police despite a "few bad apples," while condemning the protests for the actions of a relatively small number of looters. 

As someone who's never faced discrimination based on my race, sexuality, or otherwise, I have a lot to learn from other people's stories. And as someone with a home to live in, food to eat, and extra money to spend on fancy coffee, I count myself among the privileged. So I'm endeavouring to listen and reflect on systems of oppression and my own role in them, and to give money where it can be of use. I've already been donating to Our Revolution, who have been allocating donations to various groups working for racial justice. On June 19, the day "Say Can You See" gets released, Bandcamp is donating 100% of their share of sales to the NAACP Legal Defense Fund, a racial justice organization with a long history of effectively enacting change through litigation, advocacy, and public education, and I'll be matching their contribution. And lastly and most importantly, I'm supporting Color Of Change, who are working to get black voters registered and mobilized for the upcoming US election. Georgia's primary was an early warning of the awful racial disenfranchisement we could see on election day in November. And as I mentioned in my last Travelogue, gutting the US Postal Service is another plank in Trump's plan. It's incredibly important that people be able to vote. I don't think I'm exaggerating to say that the country I come from is edging dangerously close to fascist authoritarianism, and we don't have long to stop it. 

In solidarity and love, your brother in song, 

Scott

Hey friends, 

Today found me striding into new territory.  Perhaps stumbling's more accurate, but new's the important thing.  Every other time I've released an album, it's been down to the wire to some extent, and quite often it involved me anxiously awaiting boxes of CDs from UPS while the actual CD release party loomed days away.  Last time they arrived the night before.  A couple times I didn't even have them yet.  This time's different.  I've got time on my hands for a change.  A pandemic'll do that for you. 

I'm using this sudden wealth of time to put extra work into the book, which has grown from 160 pages to 240.  And I'm taking things slower with the release, putting a little kindling down before I throw the big logs on there.  And a simple little love song about keeping a fire lit seemed like a good one to start with. 

So it was that today, for the first time, I released a single into the wild all on its own.  I usually send songs out with backup, an entourage of ten or so, a group big enough to feel like a real gang.  But this one went out as a lonely ember this morning.  Since then I've been pumping the social-media bellows, inviting folks to listen on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, Deezer (I'm told it's a thing), Napster (I'm told it's still a thing), and wherever else the kids these days get their music.  Me, I still listen to music one album at a time.  I resist downloading an app for anything.  I don't even use the Facebook app.  I downloaded Spotify today, just so I could see what it looks like.  And I posted my first Instagram story today, after a little coaching from Pamela's daughter.  I must admit it all made me feel a bit old.  But I want to reach folks wherever they are, and while there's a learning curve involved, so be it.  I've learned a lot more about webcasting that I ever wanted to over the course of the past month or so, but I have it on firsthand authority that it's brought joy to human hearts around this good green Earth, and that's enough to make it worth my while. 

As for you dear readers, who still get my news the old-fashioned way (and those astute folks who recently joined the party), well, I've got a special love for you.  You speak my language.  Some of you probably don't know what Deezer is either.  So I wanted to share the single as a good old-fashioned download.  The link's at the bottom of this message.  I hope it puts a twinkle in your eye. 

For those who've ordered the book, thank you for believing in this thing enough to put your money down.  It's buoyed me up through this whole crazy process.  The album won't be officially out til July 31, but I'll be mailing them out to you in a couple weeks' time, as soon as I've got them in my hands.  Anyone else who wants on board before I close off the orders can do so here. 

For those of you who've been tuning in to our monthly (or so) online concerts, thank you for sparing an hour of your time for our little show.  The first one was sideways and broken in three pieces, the second was right side up and intact, and the last one had a separate camera for Foxy, intro and outro screens, a confetti catapult(!), and a decent internet connection for a change.  If you missed it, you can still watch after the fact here, but I know there's nothing quite like live, even if it isn't the real red-blooded musical experience we're all missing at the moment.  Our next show will be Friday, June 19th, and if the weather's any good, we'll be playing outside so the neighbours can be entertained or annoyed too. 

Speaking of which, I'm getting some requests for block parties and backyard shows, and as the weather warms up I'm amenable to such ideas, within public health and safety guidelines of course.  Drop a line to scottcooksongs@gmail.com if you're in Alberta and wanna set something up. 

Oh yeah, and if you say you're a streamer, you're not the only one.   Follow the trail here and spread it around if you will, I can use all the internet-rustling help I can get! 

Aaaaand if you're on Youtube, so am I!  And if I get a few hundred more subscribers I'll be able to livecast on there too.  People tell me that's pretty cool.  You can help me get there by subscribing here. 

Oh, and the post office!  If you live in the United States, please call your elected representative and do whatever else you can to save the US Postal Service. Mark my words, this is a bigger deal than you might think.  There's an election coming up in November and voting by mail is gonna be crucial to it.  Privatizing the post is an age-old Republican wet dream, and the pieces are finally falling into place.  Don't let it happen.  Besides which, plenty of you have got something coming in the mail from me :) 

Alright, that's it for this Travelogue, and I'm off to bed early like the old man I am!  Keep your fires lit, friends.  We're hugging and hanging out on the other side of this. 

Big love from our house to yours, 

s

Hey friends, 

It's a rare Hobo Travelogue that's got no travel in it, but this here's just that sort of strange beast. I've been to the grocery store a couple times, bought a few odds and ends out the back door of local specialty stores, and ridden my bike around a fair bit now that the snow's melted, but that's about the size of my world these days. Thankfully, I'm still feeling grateful for the free time, the roof over my head, and the blessed company I'm lucky to be stuck with. 

Pamela, Elliot, Foxy and I had so much fun doing last month's concert from our kitchen that we decided to do another, hopefully with just as much joy and way less technical difficulties ;) We also moved it an hour earlier than last month by request for friends on the east coast. It's happening this coming Saturday evening, May 9th at 7pm Mountain Daylight Time, which makes 6pm in Eugene, 9pm in New York, 9am Sunday morning in Taiwan, 11am Sunday in Melbourne, and 1pm Sunday in Wellington (if you're struggling with time zones, the internet's got an answer for that too). 

We've got a whole hour of new stuff worked out, including last month's requests, an update on the plant babies on our kitchen shelf, and a couple surprises. If you want in on this live transmission of love from our house to yours, tune in on my Facebook fan page and refresh the page if we don't appear right on time. You can also watch on my Instagram, but we'll only be following the comments on Facebook, 'cause it's just too much to watch two feeds. It'll be saved afterward so friends in Europe and South Africa can tune in later, but we're also planning to do another concert that's better timed for you folks. Oh yeah, and if you're game to help us spread the word, there's an event page here. 

To those of you who've preordered the new album––and wow, there sure are a lot of you!––you don't have much longer to wait. The mixing and mastering are done, I'm on the home stretch of the editing and formatting of the book with Cecilia Sharpley's gorgeous leaf prints, and I honestly can't wait to get it into your hands. I've gathered a team to work the publicity, and we've set an official worldwide release date of July 31st, but it'll be going out to YOU good people as soon as it's in my hands, likely in about two weeks' time. 

The first single from the album, "Leave a Light On", will be released Friday, May 22nd, on streaming services and through my website. There's already a Backlink, where you can go to pre-save the single for the day it drops, right here:

"Leave a Light On"

If you want to get in on the ground floor for this whole thing, there's still time to sign up for the first delivery, and even to sponsor the project, here. 

Oh, and I forgot to mention it last time, but I finally made a video explaining partial capoing and double capos, something I'd promised to do when I released One More Time Around back in 2013.

Oh yeah, and we're contributing a song to an online benefit that our friends Tom Richardson and Kimberly Erin Yoga are organizing for their hard-hit friends in Bali and Fiji, here: Outside Ourselves: Just a Little Help for Our Friends

Pamela and I have been taking online lessons from some musicians we really admire, including Nadine Landry, who's given Pamela some invaluable help with bass, and Dana Wylie, who's been coaching us on harmonies. If there's something you want to learn, I'd encourage you to seek out teachers. A lot of talented people have time on their hands these days :) 

To anyone working in essential services during this pandemic, my gratitude goes out to you, as does my heart to anyone suffering. Check in with your people. And keep shining your light however you can. Big love, be kind,

s

Hello darlings, 

I'm writing you from home sweet home in Riverdale, Edmonton, Alberta.  That's right, longtime readers, I live in a house now!  It's pretty wonderful, I must say. And with this whole shelter-in-place scene happening, well, the timing really couldn't be better. 

It was a four-day drive home from Texas, but I made it back to Canada to reunite with Pamela in Naramata, BC where she was house-sitting, hanging out with her daughter, and making friends with the local peacock. 

We had two kinda surreal weeks of self-isolation there in vacationland before heading back to Alberta and gradually settling into the idea of an indefinite stay at home and the weird times ahead.  This is gonna be incredibly hard on some folks.  I'm thinking especially of people in the developing world, and friends and family in the States, which despite being the richest country in human history, really hasn't got the social safety nets in place to weather something like this.  I'm feeling for everyone living paycheque to paycheque, and even more for folks who are homeless or stuck in a home with an abuser.  And I'm feeling for everyone whose job has been deemed essential––health care workers, caregivers, grocery clerks, delivery drivers, all the heroes keeping things running while we're holed up––who's contending with work overload on top of the stress of all this.  But I'm also counting myself among the lucky ones, to have a place to live and food to eat, and I'm seeing the silver lining in having the first chance in years at actually catching up with myself. 

My life's left a lot of loose ends dangling over the past decade or so.  It's such a struggle to keep up with emails and cobble together the next tours, while riding whatever tour I'm on, that I rarely find any time to file taxes, organize contacts, submit set lists for royalties, or do a proper job of getting my new releases out into the world.  So many planks of my ship have rotted through but gone unreplaced.  Well, I'm pleased to report that as of last week, at least one of those shoddy planks is sturdy and new: I've finally got a modern website.  Head on over to www.scottcook.net and have a look.  If you liked the old one better, I'm not surprised––you're a folk music fan, after all.  Ever heard how many folksingers it takes to change a lightbulb?  (Just one to change the bulb, and another ninety-nine to write songs about how much better the old bulb was.) 

I've been using that snazzy new website to take orders for the new album, and there are three options available: 1) book and CD, 2) book and VINYL, and 3) book with YOUR NAME in it as a sponsor, along with the vinyl or up to 3 CDs of your choice as thanks.  That last tier's only available for a limited time, since I'm almost finished the book. 

I'm already honoured and humbled by how many kind folks have stepped up to support this project.  When I ask myself what the heck I'm even doing manufacturing thousands of copies of a whopping big book in these uncertain times (and believe me, I ask myself that at least once a day), I remind myself that hundreds of people have already put their money down to show they believe in it.  If you're so inclined, and in a position to help, you can join them here: 

https://scottcook.net/support-scott-s-new-album 

Since the bulk of the album was recorded in Australia, I decided to work with a local artist friend to give the book a suitably Aussie aesthetic.  Cecilia Sharpley lives in Healesville, Victoria, and is one half of the team behind Duckpond House Concerts, just one of the amazing house concert series (not to mention the amazing folk festival!) running in that surprising little music mecca.  She uses local eucalypts and other leaves to make eco-friendly prints, drawing the colour out of the leaves themselves, and using the designs for books, lampshades, and clothes, as well as standard prints.  You can find her work on her website, and all through the pages of Tangle of Souls. 

It's gonna be a thing of beauty, and I really can't wait to get it into your hands!  To my Aussie friends who pre-ordered back in October and November, your patience will be rewarded.  And for anyone else who wants to get in on this thing before the rest of the world, you can climb on board right here. 

A lot of musician friends have been doing online concerts during the quarantine, and Pamela and I did make a couple little virtual appearances while we were in Naramata, for a Poss Music Works fundraiser and for a group of folks from Eugene who've taken their weekly song-sharing circle onto the Zoom Meeting platform for now.  We really enjoyed the experience, so we've decided to do another little concert, from our home to yours.  If you want to join us, come by my personal Facebook page on Saturday April 11th, 8pm Mountain Standard Time.  That'll make it 7pm in Eugene, 10pm in Toronto, noon on Sunday in Melbourne, and 2pm Sunday in Auckland.  All hands of our quaran-team will be on deck, including our housemate Elliot Thomas and corginator Foxy. 

Just a tip for this and any other online concerts you're tuning in to: if you're having trouble watching on your computer, try your phone. 

Wherever you are, I trust you're rising to the unique opportunity and challenge that this time presents us with.  Just a reminder, sunshine and birdsong are good for your mental health.  So are good old-fashioned phone calls with friends.  Same goes for diving into whatever you've been putting off.  Online guitar and singing lessons have been giving me lots of joy lately.  And so have strangers' smiles from a distance, and all the little kindnesses that mean even more in a time like this. 

So much love from our bunker to yours, 

s

Hey friends, 

I know you just heard from me, but I'm writing to break the news that I won't be finishing this tour.  I was supposed to be out for eight more weeks, but last night I read a bunch online, consulted the folk barometer, and decided that it would be irresponsible for me to continue with this contagion running around.  There's a real risk that I might unknowingly help it along, considering what an ideal vector a troubadour would make––going from house to crowded house, and communing with diverse groups of often older folks across vast distances.  I'd gone through a few days of denial, like the country did, not wanting to overreact, wanting to wait and see how this thing plays out.  But we don't need to wait and see how it plays out.  We've already got Italy's experience to learn from, and the scientists say we're about a week behind them. 

A few of the venues made the decision easier for me last night by letting me know that their concerts are on hold for the time being.  Some of the venues even generously offered to send a cheque to help with the sudden loss of two months of work.  We invest a lot of time and money into these tours up front, on the assumption that it'll come back to us.  I've never had the rug pulled out from under me like this.  Thankfully, I'm doing alright these days, not perilously close to the line like I used to be, and many of my musicians friends still are.  Everybody in the gig economy (which has grown to over 35% of the US workforce) and the service sector's gonna be hurting.  Venues are going to be hit especially hard.  I count myself among the lucky not to worry about going hungry or homeless, and to live in Canada, a country with socialized health care for everybody.  It's been incredibly disappointing, even as this outbreak widens the cracks in America's system, to see Democrats voting en masse for a candidate who stands against Medicare for all.  Maybe he'll have a change of heart when he goes head to head with Bernie on Sunday. 

I've already started driving homeward, from Austin toward Albequerque, and from there, on through New Mexico, a corner of Colorado, Utah, Idaho, Oregon and Washington, to Naramata, BC, where Pamela's hanging out with her daughter.  It'll probably take four days.  Then I'm told I'll need to self-quarantine for two weeks after I arrive in the country.  It's easy for me to see the silver lining in that, seeing as I've still got an unbelievable amount of work to do to get this album and book out into the world, and to solidify the upcoming release tours in Canada, the States, and across the pond, assuming they're still happening.  I'm got plenty of use for time off.  But I'm painfully aware of what a struggle it's going to be for so many folks. 

Lots of feelings come up when your livelihood and way of life are threatened.  I can empathize with Albertans who've lost jobs in oil and gas after the global drop in prices, even though they misplaced the blame on a government that was simply trying to diversify the economy so we wouldn't be so dependent on global oil prices.  It's tempting to try and find someone to blame, just like the President did in his televised address, emphasizing that the virus was foreign––it came from Asians, and then Europeans (though not the British necessarily, but you know, swarthier sorts of Europeans)––it wasn't our problem.  Well, now it's everybody's problem.  And as always, as long as we're children of this Earth, we belong to each other. 

I keep thinking about climate change, as I burn these dinosaur bones to get home––about how the scientists can tell us over and over that it's time to act, but we'll keep stalling until it's glaringly obvious, maybe until it's already too late and we find ourselves fighting among the empty shelves.  But crises can also bring out the good in people.  As one of the presenters I just heard from, Beverly in Saratoga Springs, wrote, "Do you think we could come together to heal one another with the Coronavirus and then move on to healing other things?" 

I'm still hoping, friends.  Because I know how much beauty and mercy and magic we're capable of, and because I'm invested in the future: in small things, like continuing to plan shows and create art, and in more important things, like all the young people I love who'll inherit this world from us. 

There's a lot about all that in the book I just wrote.  If you want to help me bring it into the world, tenuous an endeavour as it is, there are three options in the link below.   One of those options, by popular demand, is vinyl.  If you've already ordered a CD and want to change your order, just drop me a line and we'll work it out.  I'm incredibly humbled by how generous and supportive you've already been. 

Pre-order Tangle of Souls! 

After sending out the last Travelogue I realized that the video in the link was password-protected, sorry about that!  It's unlocked now so you can see it in all its cinematic glory through the link above.  My sincere thanks to the folks who've already been sharing the video online.  It was filmed by our pal Joshua Collings of Pegleg Productions, with help from Tristan Pierce and Victoria Vigenser on cameras, and Lindsay Martin capturing the sound, with the support of Cobargo Folk Festival.  Since we shot the video, bushfires tore through the town of Cobargo, leading to the cancellation of this year's festival, and Josh's hometown of Cudgewa, where his family lost their house.  It's a high wire we're dancing on, always.  I feel incredibly grateful, heading home from a tour in tatters, to be among the lucky ones. 

There's a slight chance I'll finish some of the late-April dates on this tour, but it's looking extremely unlikely.  I'm still planning a trio tour of BC in May and Alberta in June, though that's up in air too.  Most exciting are a few shared dates with Corin Raymond, who's also releasing a new album and even bigger book, called Dirty Mansions.  The Edmonton show's booked for Sunday June 7 at Varscona Theatre.  All the dates and details, as always, are on www.scottcook.net, which will very soon be shape-shifting to the new site you're seeing on www.scottcook3.bandzoogle.com. 

I suppose that's all for now, friends.  I've got miles to go before I sleep.  I trust you're all washing your hands and abstaining from handshakes and following public health officials' advice.  But I sincerely hope we can all keep our hearts open even as our doors are shut.  Create something beautiful.  Call a friend if you're feeling alone.  Give the money you'd be spending on coffees to people who need it more than you do.  Read those books you've been meaning to read.  Me and Pamela might even do a little streaming concert if we get around to it.  Whatever you do, do it with love. 

Stay safe, and stay kind, 

s

Hello dear ones, 

I hope this finds you smiling. This here's the first test of a new email system, and I sure hope it works! 

I really meant to write you a couple weeks back, during my happy month as an inside dog in snowy Edmonton. But despite putting in long days on the computer and barely showing my face around town, all too soon it was time to be a road dog again. So it is that this Hobo Travelogue comes to you from Tulsa, Oklahoma, four gigs and 4000-and-some kilometres down the road. 

Tulsa's one of the best music towns in the world, but tragically I haven't even gone out to see any shows, just been trying my best to catch up on things before I climb back into the saddle tomorrow. At least I've been out for a bike ride in the sun every day. And I'm making progress on tour bookings, long-neglected emails, last tweaks on mixes for the new album, and biggest of all, the book that's going to accompany it out into the world. 

It's turned out to be the most ambitious thing I've ever done. Tangle of Souls is not only my seventh album, it's also my first proper book. I knew I was going big this time around––hardcover, cloth-bound, debossed and foiled, with a little silk bookmark, even––but I had no idea just how big. It's over 40,000 words. I finished most of the writing while I was in Taiwan, found a few stretches of time to edit it during the New Zealand tour with Pamela, and now it's out getting feedback from a few trusted friends. I hope to finish the editing and layout over the next two weeks, when I've got some more precious downtime in Austin and on my way over to North Carolina. Back home, my longtime engineer Brad Smith's almost done the mixing, and I plan to let the first single drop in a few weeks' time. 

I'll be mailing them to the Australian friends who pre-ordered them as soon as I get them delivered, and will of course be selling them at shows, but the official release won't be until June. There's no point in rushing something this big. 

If you want to get in on this labour of love BEFORE it's turned loose into the world, all you've gotta do is pre-order, through the link below. And if you feel like contributing in a more substantial way, you can sponsor this thing to the tune of $100. In return, you get 3 CDs of your choice (could be three of the new one if you want, or any combination, signed to whomever you specify) and your name in the album credits. This option's ONLY available for the next couple weeks, while I'm finishing up the book. If you want on board, here's the link: 

https://scottcook3.bandzoogle.com/support-scott-s-new-album 

I'm also taking pre-orders at shows, for anyone trusting enough to fill out an envelope and put their money inside. I've got a bunch coming up on this side of the border. If you've got friends down this way who you think would enjoy the songs, please send 'em my way! Here's the run-down: 

Fri Mar 6 • Oklahoma City, OK • The Blue Door 
Sat Mar 7 • Austin, TX • Joe's Basement Concerts 
Sun Mar 8 • New Braunfels, TX • New Braunfels House Concerts 
Tue Mar 10 • Austin, TX • Wild Gins house concert 
Fri Mar 13 • Farmers Branch, TX • house concert 
Sat Mar 14 • Arlington, TX • Open Door Coffee House 
Sun Mar 15 • Shreveport, LA • afternoon house concert 
Fri Mar 20 • Asheville, NC • house concert 
Wed Mar 25 • Chapel Hill, NC • The Kraken with Jonathan Byrd and the Pickup Cowboys 
Sat Mar 28 • Sterling, VA • Focus Music 
Sun Mar 29 • Baltimore, MD • afternoon house concert 
Thu Apr 2 • Philadelphia, PA • The Living Room with Crys Matthews, Ethan Pierce, Ami Yares, and Aaron Nathans 
Fri Apr 3 • Marblehead, MA • Me&thee Coffeehouse, opening for Tim Gearan Trio 
Sat Apr 4 • Ripton, VT • Ripton Community Coffee House 
Sun Apr 5 • Bridgton, ME • Hayloft at Dragonfly Barn 
Fri Apr 10 • Earlville, NY • Earlville Opera House Arts Cafe, with Joseph Mettler opening 
Sat Apr 11 • Leverett, MA • Mt. Toby Concerts for Social Change 
Fri Apr 17 • Hartford, CT • Meeting House Presents 
Sat Apr 18 • Brooklyn, NY • Voices in the Heights with Shawna Caspi and Katie Dahl 
Sun Apr 19 • Lincroft, NJ • Earth Room Concerts with Meghan Cary 
Thu Apr 23 • Saratoga Springs, NY • Youth Helping Youth fundraiser at Spring Street Gallery 
Mon Apr 27 • Wellsboro, PA • house concert 
Wed Apr 29 • Pleasant Plain, OH • Plain Folk Cafe 
Sat May 2 • Central Ohio Folk Festival 
Mon May 4 • Decorah, IA • house concert 

All the details are on www.scottcook.net/news.php, and if there's a listening room or living room you think I should squeeze in a stop at along the way, I'd love to hear from you at scottcooksongs@gmail.com. 

I'll barely be home before heading out again on a tour of BC and Alberta with Bram and Shari that's WOEFULLY under-booked––if you've got any ideas for stops we should make, please do let us know! Here's what's confirmed so far: 

Sat May 9 • Fort St. John, BC • Whole Wheat and Honey 
Sun May 10 • Prince George, BC • TBA 
Wed May 20 • Vancouver, BC • double album release with Corin Raymond at the WISE Hall 
Thu May 21 • Steveston, BC • Steveston Folk Guild 
Sun May 31 • Victoria, BC • Victoria Folk Music Society 
Thu Jun 4 • Calgary, AB • double album release with Corin Raymond at Ironwood Stage! 
Fri Jun 5 • Black Diamond, AB • double album release with Corin Raymond at Jolene's barn 
Sun Jun 7 • Edmonton, AB • double album release with Corin Raymond, details TBA 

Let me emphasize again, if you've got any ideas of places we can play, please drop a line to scottcooksongs@gmail.com. I've been way too busy the last while and have unfortunately outrun myself on bookings. But we're gonna have a hot trio and a brand new album on the road, and we won't be back in BC for a good long while, so we really oughtta get the songs to the people while we're out! Let me know where and when, we'll bring 'em. :) 

Last I wrote you faithful readers I was holed up in Fulong, on the northeast coast of Taiwan, writing the book and waiting for Pamela to arrive. She'd never been to Asia before, and I was hoping for some sunny days so I could show her around a bit. As it happened, we had a few rainy days to ease her into the other side of the world, gradually exploring further afield as the weather allowed. We played shows in Taipei, Taichung, and a groovy farm in Hsinchu County with more guinea pigs than I've ever seen in my life (venue for the Farm Jams of years gone by), caught up with a bunch of old pals, and even got in some exploring around the Northeast, with trips to Jiufen, Houtung Cat Village, and Caoling Old Trail. Just like every time I've visited Taiwan, I feel even deeper in love with that island. I'm already contemplating a longer visit sometime in the next couple years. 

The day after Pamela's first green Christmas, we hopped a flight to Christchurch via Guangzhou. I'd been really excited to explore the city a bit in our 7.5 hour layover, as I'd done once before, but as it turned out, they only let you out if your layover's 8 hours or longer. Thankfully they've at least updated the airport since the last time I was there. On arrival in Christchurch, we walked into the centre of town, marvelled at the earthquake-ruined Cathedral, ate tapas, and cruised back to our hotel on Lime scooters, laughing at the surreality of it all. 

We rented a Mazda Bongo from a great company called Rental Car Village the next day, and headed out to the Banks Peninsula for a day of exploring and a night of free camping on the foreshore in our newly-named Bongo-low. The vistas were staggering, as they were every day of our ramble around that glorious green country. 

The first gig was the Whare Flat Folk Festival, a little gem of a fest put on by the Dunedin Folk Club. The forest is really unique there, with some rare native species that make a dense canopy unlike anything I've seen before. It's also there that we first heard the ruru (a native owl) and the tui, a native passerine with an incredible vocabulary that sounds more like R2D2 than a bird. 

Whare Flat was a beautiful example of everything that makes antipodean folk fests special. They had unaccompanied singing sessions every day, with folks leading sea shanties, old ballads, or modern songs by the likes of their own recently-departed Marcus Turner, and everyone joining in on the choruses. They had a blackboard stage every afternoon, where folks could sign up to play a couple songs in an open mic format. They had instructional workshops, and variety concerts in the evenings with short sets from the headlining artists. We got to see a haka, a traditional Maori dance of greeting that must've scared the shit out of the English when they came. And we welcomed the new year with Maori waiata, a big ceilidh and a square dance. 

We couldn't have imagined a warmer welcome to that beautiful land. We kept running into friends we made at that first festival throughout the rest of the tour. And the whole way, we felt carried along on a flood of generosity. Kiwis might actually be even nicer than Canadians. A community radio DJ I'd never met reached out to offer us the use of her apartment while she was away. Two different gals tried to give Pamela items of clothing after she complimented them. Folks invited us for a meal or a cuppa pretty much everywhere we went. 

In Wellington, I got to sing and chat on national radio for half an hour (an honour I've never had anywhere else), and at every show after that, a big chunk of the crowd put up their hands when I asked who was there because they heard me on the radio. People texted in to the radio station while I was on air to offer me gigs in their woolsheds. 

We got to play some really unique venues along the way, including the amazing Grainstore Gallery, in Oamaru's historic Victorian precinct; the charming Old Lodge Theatre in Hokitika; Barrytown Settlers' Hall, a spot in the middle of nowhere on the rugged west coast, where the audience miraculously appears right before showtime; the Mussel Inn on Golden Bay, a wonderful restaurant and brewery built around permaculture principles; Te Rangi, an informal hang at my pals Danny and Kate's family's house; and as always, a living room show that ended up being the biggest earner of the tour. 

We wrapped up the ramble at the Auckland Folk Festival, and it already felt like a big ol' reunion, with so many friends we'd met along the way. Again, they had unaccompanied singing, this time in a legendary session that goes late into Saturday night, where the homebrewers offer up black beer to anyone with a receptacle, and everybody stands in a circle and joins in on the choruses. Again, they had plenty of blackboard concerts, so that everybody who wants to sing can have a crack at it. They had separate venues for the late-night jams, with celtic tunes going in one spot, bluegrass in another, drums and dancing in another. And on Saturday, they gave all the folks clubs the opportunity to curate a half-hour of their own programming in one of the venues. It was such a wonderful example of what folk music's all about––not just a bunch of ticket buyers watching professionals do their thing, but FOLKS making music. 

On the Monday after the Auckland fest, we attended the traditional "survivors' session" at the Bunker, an actual Cold War-era bunker set atop an extinct volcano overlooking Auckland, where folks have been singing unamplified on Monday nights for forty or fifty years. We'd heard plenty of talk about the club's president Roger Giles, a legend who didn't make it to the fest as his health's in decline. When we squeezed in and sat down, we spied an old fella with a big beard and suspenders drinking whiskey and wondered if it was him. Of course it was. A gal named Deb Gillanders loaned me her guitar, passed on to her from a friend who died, so we could sing "Pass It Along", and it was a fitting close to the whole ramble. 

I'm deeply grateful to Finn of Second Hand Touring for booking the tour, giving me the rare pleasure of just going where I'm told and singing for the people. We're also deeply grateful to his family for giving us the run of their beach house in the Northland for the last few days of our stay. We're already talking about another visit in April of 2021, now that we've got a whole family of friends and a new country's burrowed its way deep into our hearts. 

We returned to Edmonton at the beginning of February, and I sure enjoyed the month of domesticity to follow, playing house with Pamela in Edmonton's Riverdale neighbourhood. I was the happiest person shovelling snow on the whole block. Who knew there could be such joy in walking the dog, doing the dishes, and fixing things around the house? My only gripe is how little time there was for visiting pals, occupied as I was with my admin and the work on the book. But I'll be living there on and off through the summer, and come late fall, I'll be hunkering down there for a good long while. Phew. 

It was cold when I left, but I had warm welcomes in Michigan and Chicago, and I've finally made it to where the climate suits my clothes. I hope you're feeling inspired, wherever you are, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making all this possible. Look out for new songs and a nice long read coming soon. Love from here, your fan, 

s

Hey beauties, 

I'm writing you from Fulong, a fishing village on the northeast coast on Taiwan, a place my heart sails to sometimes when I sleep. I've been holed up here for a week and a half, writing the book to go with the new album, and god, is it ever good to be back on the island. I spent a month in this little town back in 2012, when I took a break from the sauce and the stage to stay put for a change. I answered all my unread email and wrote three songs that month, including one called "Pass It Along" that seems like it'll outlive me. 

It's been another fruitful stay so far. The book's already passed the 30,000-word mark, and I'm digging deeper than I've ever dared, both politically and personally. There's a through line for me here. 

My old pal Crees picked me up from the airport in the early morning last Tuesday, and my spirit soared to see the mountains in the hazy distance. I missed this island so much. The smells here––the ocean, the bamboo groves, the temple, the market, even the motorbike mechanic's shop––give me such a swell of feeling that it's hard to know what to do with it. The first day I rode a pedal-bike around and thrilled at the sight of everything. Thankfully, it's been raining a lot of the time I've been here, so I've actually gotten some writing done. But I did take a couple epic bike rides on the sunny days, and when Pamela arrives on Tuesday I'll surely be showing her around some. 

I played Tiger Mountain Ramble last weekend in Taipei, and it was so sweet, if a little overwhelming, to reconnect with some old pals. I've got four more shows left while I'm here, starting tomorrow: 

Sat Dec 14 • Hualien, TW • house concert w/ Peace Dave and Matt Van Stone opening 
Fri Dec 20 • Taipei, TW • Bobwundaye! with David Chen and Conor Prunty 
Sat Dec 21 • Taichung, TW • Lei Gallery afternoon house concert 
Sun Dec 22 • Xinpu, TW • The Farm w/ Mike Mudd, Megan Ridley, and Soul Flies 

After that, Pamela and I will be flying to New Zealand for the first time, to spend five weeks traveling that gorgeous country. If you've got friends there, PLEASE, send 'em my way! 

Mon-Fri Dec 30-Jan 3 • North Taieri, NZ • Whare Flat Folk Festival 
Sat Jan 4 • Oamaru, NZ • Grainstore Gallery 
Sun Jan 5 • Wanaka, NZ • Bar Number 8 
Wed Jan 8 • Hokitika, NZ • Old Lodge Theatre 
Thu Jan 9 • Barrytown, NZ • The Barrytown Hall 
Fri Jan 10 • Nelson, NZ • The Boathouse 
Sun Jan 12 • Onekaka, NZ • The Mussel Inn 
Wed Jan 15 • Wellington, NZ • The Third Eye 
Thu Jan 16 • Palmerston North, NZ • Globe Theatre 
Fri Jan 17 • New Plymouth, NZ • TSB Festival of Lights 
Sat Jan 18 • Carterton, NZ • house concert 
Wed Jan 22 • Hastings, NZ • The Common Room w/ Danny Priestley 
Thu Jan 23 • Hamilton, NZ • Nivara Lounge w/ The Bollands 
Fri-Mon Jan 24-27 • Auckland, NZ • Auckland Folk Festival 

I'll be taking most of February off in Edmonton, but at the end of the month I'll be hitting the road again, to release the new album around the States. Dates, as they're added, are on my news page. If there's anywhere else you'd like me to play (even if it's your living room!), please drop me a line and hopefully we can make it happen! 

Before I sign off and get back to the writing, I just want to say another huge thanks to all the kind folks who took care of us in Australia. It was such a good visit, and such a joy to reconnect with friends there. We felt especially grateful to be invited to so many festivals, and we dug them all. Special shoutouts from the last month to By The Banks Music Festival (a perfect one-day thing in Albury put on by my favourite Australian band, the Northern Folk) and Healesville MUSIC Festival, an impeccably-organized beauty of a fest just outside Melbourne that WAY more people should know about. 


The biggest heart-full of all for me, though, was Majors Creek Festival, in the Southern Tablelands near Bungendore. The lineup was killer, the stages were close enough together and scheduled so that you could catch a bit of everything, and our poop got composted with sawdust rather than carted away in a chemical soup. They made time in the schedule for This Way North to host their Sass the Patriarchy panel, and I reckon they had about as many women as men on the festival lineup. They had a big circus tent in the middle for the kids. They gave us half-hour changeovers on the stages! Dancing to a salsa band on Saturday night with some rowdy local bros, and even talking sobriety with one, I was reminded of what folk festivals are FOR––bringing the world to some little town, spreading the gospel of music and fun and tolerance and looking after each other, opening minds in a way that speeches just can't. And on the Sunday, hanging and dancing with the locals on the lawn of the little gold-rush era pub, lapping up the evening light with my eyes, and then walking back up the hill under the big Southern sky for one of my last sleeps in Skippy, I had all the feels. 

Skip overheated on the way out of there but we managed to find a shop where they fixed the problem in an hour, and a lady I recognized from the festival sneakily bought our lunch. My friend Bronwyn offered up her house again, and me and Bram stayed there off and on for a couple weeks, and got to play a show in her living room toward the end of it all. Our friends Peter and Jane hosted us for a show in the 90-seat theatre they built specifically for their house concerts (I kid you not), and again provided us the biggest payday of the trip. A bunch of people came back to see us at multiple stops along the way, and about 200 of them pre-ordered the new album, trusting me with their money in exchange for writing their name and address on an envelope. You people are so kind. I won't be back for a while, but it's not for lack of love. Thank you. 

Oh, and Skippy! My friend Tom from Wingham, NSW flew into Melbourne around the time I flew out, got the key off the driver's side tire, and adventured all the way back home. I heard today that Skip just had a successful mission ferrying rabble-rousers to a climate action. So life goes on. I'll miss Skippy, and I'll miss you good people. Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. 

Love from the South China Sea-shore, 

s

Howdy friends, 

This here's just a quick g'day from Melbourne, where Bram and I have been enjoying a couple days off before jumping back in the saddle and off to another festival! It's been a good run so far, reconnecting with old friends and making lots of new ones, including two excellent fiddlers named Jeri Foreman and Kat Mear, who've played with us at a couple festivals and will be joining us for a couple more. We also got to join in a Pete Seeger tribute with Pete's pals Mike + Ruthy (who'll be in Canberra tonight, then Beechworth and Sydney) at Kangaroo Valley and Dorrigo Folk and Bluegrass fests, two of the lesser-known jewels in Australia's festival crown. There's always potent magic in the air when you bring that many inspiring, living-out-loud people together in one place. 

I won't be back here for a year and a half, and I'll be riding on the Festival of Small Halls tour bus then, so I'm gonna sell my trusty van Skippy to my friends Trish and Tom at the end of this ride. He hasn't got all the punch he used to have, but it looks like we'll be finishing out the tour together. We've also managed to fill in our last few open dates (including two with great young Tasmanian songwriter Teri Young!), so here's how the rest of month's looking: 

Thu Nov 7 • Violet Town, VIC • Babblers Cafe 
Fri-Sun Nov 8-10 • Majors Creek, NSW • Majors Creek Festival (w/ Jeri Foreman) 
Wed Nov 13 • Lauriston, VIC • house concert w/ Teri Young opening! 
Fri Nov 15 • Seymour, VIC • house concert w/ Teri Young opening! 
Sat Nov 16 • Healesville, VIC • Healesville MUSIC Festival (w/ Kat Mear) 
Sun Nov 17 • Glenlyon, VIC • afternoon house concert (w/ Kat Mear) 
Fri Nov 22 • Eaglemont, VIC • house concert 
Sat Nov 23 • Mildura, VIC • Live at the Club 
Sun Nov 24 • McLaren Vale-ish, SA • secret show w/ a SURPRISE act! 
Thu Nov 28 • Melbourne, VIC • Yarra Hotel (w/ Kat Mear) 
Fri Nov 29 • Melbourne, VIC • St. George's Hall with Men In Suits (w/ Kat Mear) 
Sat Nov 30 • Albury, NSW • By The Banks Music Festival (w/ Kat Mear) 
Sun Dec 1 • Yackandandah, VIC • Arts Yackandandah show at Yack Station (w/ Kat Mear) 

I wish I could tell you who we're sharing that South Australia show with, but I can't! All I can tell you is they're a pretty big deal, and it's gonna be a night to remember. It's also gonna be my last show in SA until at least 2021 and likely 2022. If you want in on it, drop a line to scottcooksongs@gmail.com and I'll put you in touch with the organizer. All the details for all these shows, as always, are on my news page. 

The morning after our Yackandandah show, Skippy'll be going to his new owners, Bram'll be getting on a plane back home, and I'll be flying to Taiwan via Singapore. My main mission on my old stomping grounds is writing the book that'll accompany my upcoming album out into the world, but I'll also be playing a handful of shows while I'm there: 

Sat Dec 7 • Taipei, TW • Tiger Mountain Ramble Outdoor Music Festival 
Sat Dec 14 • Hualien, TW • house concert 
Fri Dec 20 • Taipei, TW • Bobwundaye with David Chen and Conor Prunty 
Sat Dec 21 • Taichung, TW • Lei Gallery afternoon house concert 

Pamela will be joining me halfway through the Taiwan stay for a brief taste of my second home (and her first green Christmas!), then we'll be flying to Christchurch together via a stopover in Guangzhou. I'm over the moon to be taking this trip together, and doubly so after talking with our Kiwi songwriter pal Kerryn Fields about her beautiful country! The dates are as follows: 

Mon-Fri Dec 30-Jan 3 • North Taieri, NZ • Whare Flat Folk Festival 
Sat Jan 4 • Oamaru, NZ • Grainstore Gallery 
Sun Jan 5 • Wanaka, NZ • Bar Number 8 
Wed Jan 8 • Hokitika, NZ • Old Lodge Theatre 
Thu Jan 9 • Barrytown, NZ • The Barrytown Hall 
Fri Jan 10 • Nelson, NZ • The Boathouse 
Sun Jan 12 • Onekaka, NZ • The Mussel Inn 
Wed Jan 15 • Wellington, NZ • The Third Eye 
Thu Jan 16 • Palmerston North, NZ • Globe Theatre 
Fri Jan 17 • New Plymouth, NZ • TSB Festival of Lights 
Sat Jan 18 • Carterton, NZ • house concert 
Wed Jan 22 • Hastings, NZ • The Common Room w/ Danny Priestley 
Thu Jan 23 • Hamilton, NZ • Nivara Lounge w/ The Bollands 
Fri-Mon Jan 24-27 • Auckland, NZ • Auckland Folk Festival 

I've got a month off at home in February, and then I'll be releasing the new album with a string of tour dates around the United States in in March and April, and a Canadian trio tour in May and June. All the confirmed dates so far are on my news page, but there's still plenty of room in my schedule, so please drop a line if you'd like to see your town on my route! 

I'm too busy organizing all the roads ahead to say much about the roads behind, but I would like to offer my sincerest thanks to the kind people down here who've been taking such good care of us this past month. It's been a great visit, and we've sung for open hearts at every stop. Bless all the volunteer energy that makes these things happen, the good people still willing to gather with friends they haven't met yet, and the tangled grapevine that brings 'em together. 

Stay kind, y'all. And we'll see you down the road. 

Big love, 

s

Hey beauties, 

This Travelogue's coming to you from Oodies Cafe in Bundaberg, Queensland, where I played the first show of this Australian ramble last night alongside dear friend, fine songteller, and beautiful soul Michael Waugh. I couldn't ask for a better guy to start the tour with. He sings straight from the heart, in the vernacular ("Aussie as, 'til I dinkum die"), about growing up in rural East Gippsland and all the complicated stuff that makes us human. They're touching, funny songs, nostalgic but unflinching, unafraid to address the hard stuff––toxic masculinity, homophobia, Australia's racist history, cancer, and dying––with big-hearted compassion. They're songs ordinary Aussies can relate to. They're songs white Australia needs to hear. And most importantly, they're love songs, from a man who loves his family, his people, and humankind. Michael Waugh makes me want to keep singing. 

I landed in this country Tuesday morning, and was surprised to see snowcaps on the tallest mountains, never having been here so early in the season before. My retired mechanic buddy Tom picked me up at the Melbourne airport in my trusty Toyota van Skippy, who is amazingly still ready to ramble after a bunch of tinkering by Tom. Legends, the both of 'em! 

Tom and I missioned out to Liz Frencham's place in Trentham where we loaded Skip up with boxes of CDs and all the requisite luxuries of van life before pointing him northeastward, to drop Tom off in Corowa and carry on alone. It felt pretty surreal, having just escaped the jaws of a record-breaking early snowstorm in Alberta four days ago, to be barreling through the sunny Australian countryside. I made it to Jugiong the first night, camped by the Murrumbidgee River, then onward to Woy Woy for a stop at my vacationing friends Michael and Ina's lovely oasis, where I finished "Fellas, Get Out the Way" a few years back. After another long day behind the wheel, I made my younger self proud by van-camping in a rest area, and climbed back into the driver's seat at sunrise for the last stretch of the nearly 30-hour journey up the country. Last night, though, Michael was kind enough to get me a hotel room, and while I probably wouldn't have forked over for it myself, I was mighty grateful for it. And after three days listening to the Australian Broadcasting Corporation, Democracy Now! podcasts, Pimsleur Spanish and Chinese lessons, and a straight binge of the Heaven's Gate podcast (about the cult who committed mass suicide to get on a spaceship following Comet Hale-Bopp), I was mighty grateful to have some real live company for a change too. 

We've got one more show together tonight, then I've got two on my own, and by next weekend it'll be back to a trio, with Bram flying into Brisbane and Liz driving up to join us. We've got a pretty nice schedule together, including a bunch of festivals we haven't played before, but there are still a few choice dates hanging open in VIC and SA, so if you're keen to host, or know someone who might be, please do get in touch! I won't be back down under 'til March of 2021, and I'll be playing solo then, with the Festival of Small Halls, so I won't be able to add any dates of my own around that tour. 

Long story short, if you want to catch the She'll Be Rights in action, or bring us to your town, this'll be your last chance for a good long time. Here's the schedule so far: 

Sat Oct 5 • Hervey Bay, QLD • house concert with Michael Waugh 
Sun Oct 6 • Maryborough, QLD • Brolga Theatre Riverside Stage (solo) 
Tue Oct 8 • Brisbane, QLD • Brisbane Unplugged (solo) with Christine Venner-Westaway 
Fri Oct 11 • Nambour, QLD • Blackbox Theatre with the She'll Be Rights! 
Sat Oct 12 • Nanango, QLD • The Shed 
Sun Oct 13 • Tintenbar, NSW • Tintenbar UpFront 
Wed Oct 16 • Shoal Bay, NSW • house concert 
Thu Oct 17 • Wingham, NSW • Wingham Akoostik pre-party 
Fri-Sun Oct 18-20 • Kangaroo Valley, NSW • Kangaroo Valley Folk Fest 
Tue Oct 22 • Candelo, NSW • Candelo Cafe 
Wed Oct 23 • Moruya, NSW • St. John's Parish Hall 
Thu Oct 24 • Newcastle, NSW • Whitebridge house concert 
Fri-Sun Oct 25-27 • Dorrigo, NSW • Dorrigo Folk and Bluegrass Festival 
Tue Oct 29 • Sydney, NSW • Leichhardt Bowlo 
Wed Oct 30 • Stanwell Park, NSW • SOL fundraiser at CWA Hall 
Thu Oct 31 • ???, VIC • OPEN DATE, anyone want to host? 
Fri-Mon Nov 1-4 • Maldon, VIC • Maldon Folk Fest 
Thu Nov 7 • Violet Town, VIC • Babblers Cafe 
Fri-Sun Nov 8-10 • Majors Creek, NSW • Majors Creek Folk Fest 
Wed Nov 13 • ???, VIC • OPEN DATE 
Thu Nov 14 • ???, VIC • OPEN DATE 
Fri Nov 15 • ???, VIC • OPEN DATE 
Sat Nov 16 • Healesville, VIC • Healesville Music Fest 
Sun Nov 17 • Glenlyon, VIC • afternoon house concert 
Fri Nov 22 • Eaglemont, VIC • house concert 
Sat Nov 23 • Mildura, VIC • The Club 
Sun Nov 24 • ???, SA • secret show!!! 
Tue Nov 26 • ???, SA • OPEN DATE 
Wed Nov 27 • ???, SA • OPEN DATE 
Thu Nov 28 • ???, VIC • OPEN DATE 
Fri Nov 29 • Melbourne, VIC • St. George's Hall with Men In Suits 
Sat Nov 30 • Albury, NSW • By The Banks Music Festival 
Sun Dec 1 • Yackandandah, VIC • Arts Yack show at Yack Station 

After this tour wraps up I'm headed to Taiwan for a month of mostly downtime, to work on the book for the upcoming album. It's proving to be a bigger undertaking than I thought, both getting the recording finished, and delving into some deep personal stuff with the writing, but I'm committing to a March release, and I'll be taking pre-orders during this Australian tour. In January I'm happy to announce that I'll be visiting New Zealand for the first time, and it looks like I'll be spending February back on Taiwan. More on all that in next month's Hobo Travelogue, but for now there's lots in the rearview to tell you about. 

The last stretch of my northern summer was full-on, but full of good things, so I really can't complain. Justin Farren, his wonderful partner Kerry, and their hella precocious three-year-old Amelia drove up from California for a run around, and it was an unmitigated joy to spend a couple weeks in their company, to revel in Justin's songcraft every night, and to show them some of my favourite parts of the world. We played to small but enthusiastic audiences in Vernon, Keremeos, and Castlegar, and took the ferry across Kootenay Lake to sing for a bunch of kind folks in the lovely lodge at Timbuktu. There were open hearts everywhere we went. 

Canmore Folk Fest kindly co-produced a show for us in the theatre at artsPlace that Pamela came down to join us for, and we sat together in the top row and laughed and cried through Justin's whole set. Like a lot of people discovering his music for the first time, me saying that he's as good as it gets had still left her somewhat unprepared for how deeply moving it was. I've heard him over a dozen times now, and he still made me cry every night. 

Last time I opted not to post any Youtube videos, but I've just gotta share this one, my favourite from the tour, and truly, my current favourite song in the whole world, "A Little Less Time". 

His daughter Amelia knows pretty much all the words to all of his songs, and would sing and dance along throughout the shows, then stay up for as long as the party went on every night. Regardless of how late we got to bed, she was still always up and back into it by 8am. Touring with a three-year old's a far cry from my debauched old days ;) 

Along the tour I kept hearing from people who were at Salmon Arm Roots and Blues, where my pal Irish Mythen closed out the festival with a singalong of "Pass It Along," with Valdy and a whole bunch of other performers onstage, and the words up on the screen for the crowd to sing. It gave me no end of songwritery joy to know that the song was out in the world doing its thing in such good hands. 

Pamela set the Farrens up at her place for a four-day stay in Edmonton, and we had a couple lovely local shows: for a few hundred folks on the lawn at Festival Place's Patio Series, and for a cozy crowd in Riverdale House, just a couple blocks from Pamela's place. On the Friday we drove down to Medicine Hat to play Ye Olde Jar Bar, a gig in a memorabilia-stuffed garage that happens to be one of the best venues in Western Canada. Our hosts Piet and Ina offered to host at the last minute, seeing as we had a Friday gaping open, and it ended up being the show that put the whole tour in the black. God bless the Jar Bar. 

We rounded out the weekend at Waynestock in Wayne, Alberta, a tiny town reached by eleven bridges crossing the Rosebud River as it winds through the coulees of Alberta's badlands. Justin played a low-key set in the Saloon, with no stage, a dodgy PA, and a flow of chatty patrons ordering drinks, but we did our best to spread the word to our pals, who crowded in close and sat on the floor, and he managed to pull off something supernatural. I don't think there was a dry eye in the place by the time he was done. 

That night we hung out at Swear By the Moon's campsite with a bunch of nears and dears, catching up and swapping songs around a bunch of candles that made a nice stand-in for a campfire, and I felt ever so grateful for my family of friends. 

I had a couple more days around Edmonton, and even managed to take in a couple Fringe plays with Pamela, but before I'd even settled back in I had to fly out to New York for a run that I'd started planning almost a year before. The first stop was Turtle Hill Folk Festival outside Rochester, New York: a lovely thing built around a weekly group sing, with a bunch of instructional workshops during the days and three acts on the main stage each night. It was a real honour to sing for (and with) that audience, and they kindly relieved me of 101 CDs on the first stop of the trip! 

From there I headed to New York City to play my first-ever gig there, for John Platt's On Your Radar series, a show I'd attended back in 2008 and thought I might like to play some day. A bunch of folks from Falcon Ridge showed up, and I was pretty tickled to know people in New York. Over the next five days I played a house concert in Baltimore, MD; a Unitarian church in the countryside of Wyoming, PA; another house concert in an old Philadelphia mansion that now houses circus performers; a concert series in a Unitarian church on Long Island, and a packed house concert in Dover, NH for some folks (also Unitarians!) who'd found me at Falcon Ridge. 

I was contending with some familiar, but newly invigorated, doubts along the trip, some of which I'm writing about in the book that'll accompany the new album. But I sure was grateful for the people's belief in the power of song. Even if they didn't realize it, we were holding each other up. 

Gigging six nights in a row can be tiring, especially when you're meeting a ton of people and having heartfelt conversations every night, but my new friend Eliza (who I'd also met at Falcon Ridge) managed to find me a spot for four days in solitude, in one of her students' dads' incredibly luxurious guest suite. The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me. 

I played for Eliza's students one of those days, and though I get way more nervous about getting up in front of a bunch of schoolkids than a barroom full of grownups, I had a good time. I had the honour of opening for Garnet Rogers in a Unitarian church in Morristown, NJ the next night, and the following night I went back to NYC for a show at People's Voice Cafe, a social justice-themed concert series in a Unitarian Church in Midtown Manhattan. God (or Goddess, or gods, or no god) bless the Unitarians! 

I took the bus into NYC around lunchtime that day to have a look around Manhattan, and walked for a while on the High Wire, a bit of disused overhead train track that's been converted into a public park, with gardens and trees (both deliberately planted and self-seeded), green spaces, and public art. I marvelled at the parking garages where they stack the cars in a grid five high, dug the old buildings, marvelled at the rusting infrastructure and the ports and piers on the Hudson, and feasted my eyes on the people, the panoply of styles, the cacophony of noise, and the vast heap of human dreams and yearnings turning in a city that size. After walking for quite a while, realizing just how big Manhattan Island is, and being passed by plenty of people on blue Citi Bikes, I took a quick look on the app store, and found out I could rent one for free on my first day! Within five minutes I was zipping along with the throng, gulping eyefuls of the city like a dog with its head out the car window and its tongue hanging out. I rode to Battery Park and saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time. I rode to Wall Street, and to Ground Zero, where the footprints of 1 and 2 World Trade Center have been turned into fountains with the names of the dead inscribed around the railings. I rode through Chinatown, dug the Empire State Building, and weaved through traffic up Broadway. It was scary and awesome. 

After the show I had a brisk walk to the bus station and a couple rooftop beers with fellow folksingers Jean Rohe and Ben Grosscup, and then got back on a bus out of the big town. I look forward to returning April 18 for Voices In the Heights in Brooklyn, and I might even stay a bit longer, we'll see! 

The next day I drove to Ithaca to play America's longest-running live folk radio show, Bound For Glory, where I sang my version of "Walk That Lonesome Valley," with the verse about Daniel Berrigan, only to find out that he'd spoken multiple times on that very stage! I drove out after the show, crossing the border around 3am and making it to Toronto, albeit exhaustedly, in time for my flight home. 

The rush was on account of tight scheduling on the other end; I had just four days at home before I had to leave for two last shows with the Second Chances (a great return visit to Olde Smokey's in Rocky Mountain House, and my long-dreamed-of first appearance at the Beneath the Arch concert series in Turner Valley) before my flight to Oz the next day. That's how my news has been sounding for a while now, I know. Plenty of people ask me (and have been asking me for a long time) how I do it. The short answer's that I love it. But the longer answer's more complicated, and it involves the difficulty of learning to slow down. It's a personal struggle of mine, and a broader problem in our culture. It's part of what I'm writing about for this book. But it'll have to wait for the book, 'cause I've gotta wrap this thing up! 

One more bit of news I wanna share with you before I go: my dear friend and longtime inspiration Corin Raymond's putting out a new album called Dirty Mansions (https://corinraymond.com/dirty-mansions), with a package that stretches the very concept of liner notes, even by our standards––a 264-page book! In a time when people are saying the CD (and maybe even the whole idea of an album) is dead, he's doubling down. He and I truly believe that we lost something when we got all the music in the world at our fingertips for next-to-free: we lost some of the joy of discovery; the foreplay, as Corin calls it; and in some sense, the value that an album used to have, back when we used to buy them, put them on, and listen to the whole thing. All that old joy's still available to us, it just means unplugging from what they tell us must be "the new model of music distribution"––a system that pays artists fractions of pennies, and cheapens everything it touches. 

Our mutual friend Emma Jane's also leading a deliberate revolt against the streaming platforms with another deliciously anachronistic idea: a CD Club! Remember Columbia House? It's pretty much the same idea, but better curated. For $25/month, you’ll receive a brand new CD in the mail each month, chosen by the ever-tasteful Emma Jane, in beautiful CD CLUB branding, the first of which will be Dirty Mansions. If you're up for a new (old) kinda of musical journey, you can sign up here. 

Alright, I've got a tour to get back to! If you've got friends in Oz who'd like the songs, I'd love to meet 'em! All the dates and deets, as they're confirmed, are on my news page. 

Keep shining, friends! The world needs your light. 

Troubadouringly yours, 

s

Hey beauties, 

I hope the season's treating you sweetly. I'm home, after six weeks and some 13,700 kms in Lucky, and I'm feeling pretty lucky about it all. Lucky to have completed, just yesterday, 43 laps around the sun! And lucky to think that the best ones may still be ahead. 

The most exciting news on the horizon is that my buddy Justin Farren and his family are already on their way up from California for a little run of shows, and we're heading out tomorrow morning to meet them in Vernon! If you're anywhere near us, you REALLY oughtta experience the man and his surprising songs while they're in this corner of the world! Justin is as good as it gets. I don't say that lightly, or often, for that matter. And have I ever steered you wrong? 

We did a run together in Oregon and Northern California last September, and Justin wowed me every night. I saw him again at Falcon Ridge two weekends back, and he absolutely destroyed me with his new songs. It's gonna be his first visit to this part of the world, and he's bringing his wonderful wife and kiddo along too. Seriously, make a road trip to see this show! It'll be worth it. 

I thought about posting a bunch of videos of my favourites, but that just led me down another Justin Farren Youtube rabbit hole. On popping back out, I thought better of it, both because it's so hard to pick favourites, but more importantly, 'cause I don't wanna spoil the endings! Come hear 'em in person, living and breathing, like we still can, and you'll see what I mean. I'll bring the Second Chances, you bring your friends, and Justin'll bring his incredible, intricate and undeniable songs to these few choice stops: 

Wed Aug 21 • Vernon, BC • Gallery Vertigo 
Thu Aug 22 • Keremeos, BC • The Old Grist Mill 
Fri Aug 23 • Castlegar, BC • Castlegar Public Library Amphitheatre 
Sat Aug 24 • Gray Creek, BC • The Lodge at Timbuktu 
Sun Aug 25 • Canmore, AB • artsPlace 
Wed Aug 28 • Sherwood Park, AB • Festival Place Patio Series with Colleen Rae 
Thu Aug 29 • Edmonton, AB • Riverdale House 
Fri Aug 30 • Medicine Hat, AB • Ye Olde Jar Bar 
Sat-Sun Aug 31-Sep 1 • Wayne, AB • Waynestock 

All the details, as always, are on my news page. After the tour with the Farren family I'll be dropping the band off at home and flying out on my own for a run of solo gigs in the Northeast: 

Sat-Sun Sep 7-8 • Rush, NY • Turtle Hill Folk Fest 
Sun Sep 8 • Schuyler Lake, NY • private event 
Tue Sep 10 • New York, NY • On Your Radar at Rockwood Music Hall with Grace Morrison and Crowes Pasture 
Wed Sep 11 • Baltimore, MD • Awkward Pause House Concerts 
Thu Sep 12 • Wyoming, PA • Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Wyoming Valley 
Fri Sep 13 • Philadelphia, PA • Philadelphia Folksong Society house concert 
Sat Sep 14 • Bayshore, NY • Eclectic Cafe 
Sun Sep 15 • Dover, NH • house concert 
Fri Sep 20 • Morristown, NJ • opening for Garnet Rogers at the Troubadour Acoustic Concert Series 
Sat Sep 21 • New York, NY • People's Voice Cafe with Mike Glick 
Sun Sep 22 • Ithaca, NY • Bound For Glory 

I'll be back in Alberta for two more gigs with the Second Chances, including a long-awaited first visit to the wonderful Beneath The Arch concert series in Turner Valley, where we're hoping to record a live album! 

Fri Sep 27 • Rocky Mountain House, AB • Olde Smokey's BBQ Shack with Allen Christie 
Sat Sep 28 • Turner Valley, AB • Beneath The Arch concert and live recording 

Bram and I are off to Australia for two months after that, and we've got a pretty full festival calendar, including Kangaroo Valley, Dorrigo, Maldon, Majors Creek, Healesville, and By The Banks, along with other stops in QLD, NSW, VIC and possibly TAS––dates are on my news page, with a few more to come! I'd been hoping that these shows would serve as release dates for the new album we recorded while we were down there last time, but unfortunately, it's not gonna be done by then. 

We aimed higher this time. The material's really challenging, instrumentally and vocally. The songs were mostly new, with some still being worked out while we were in the studio, and one (a hopeful anthem for America called "Say Can You See") not even written yet. I've covered WAY too much ground since then to find the time for finishing the recording, let alone writing THE BIG-ASS BOOK that's gonna accompany this thing out into the world. 

Talking with Pamela along our trip, I was repeatedly reminded that great stuff can't be rushed, and art's more important than timelines. So rather than boxes of CDs, we'll be bringing a box of envelopes along on the Australian tour. If you want in on this record, you can fill one out with your mailing address, and thirty bucks inside, and you'll get your copy before it hits the streets. 

It looks like I'll be spending December holed up in Fulong, Taiwan––the little beach town where I wrote "Pass It Along" years ago––finishing the writing for the book and laying the groundwork for the release. In January I'll be touring in New Zealand for the first time (including stops at Whare Flat Folk Fest and Auckland Folk Fest), in February I'll be off the clock in Latin America somewhere, and in March I'll release the album with a four-month tour through the States and Canada. Dates, as they're added, are on www.scottcook.net/news.php, and you can always drop a line if you want me to make a stop in your neighbourhood. 

So yeah, that's a quick look at the road ahead, but there sure is a lot to tell from the road that's just passed, mostly just because, as you travellers know, so much happens in day on the road! Last I wrote, Pamela Mae and I were getting geared up for a cross-country road-trip. We kicked off the summer with another joyful family reunion at the North Country Fair, on through to the Afterbender at the Empress Ale House, and the next morning we loaded out from Pamela's place in Riverdale, put the bikes on the back, reset the trip odometer, and headed east! We stopped in to visit and sing a couple songs for her mom and family in Lloydminster, and then stopped in North Battleford to visit her Grandma Mae Johnson, about whom Pamela wrote the eponymous song, a song that went on to coax a lot of tears and stories out of people over the course of our trip. Grandma Mae didn't cry when we played it for her, but she was evidently tickled, even though she argued that her name was an awful name for a song :) 

Our first gig was that night in Saskatoon, a bar show with a small guarantee and a tip jar, the kind I used to play all the time when I was getting started. One of my favourites in those early years was actually in Saskatoon, at a place called the Spadina Freehouse. The crowd there would mostly be talking and eating, but some of them would pay attention as the night wore on, the bar would give me dinner and drinks and a decent guarantee, and their sound guy Jamie Peever was an early believer in me, back when those were fewer and farther between. When my buddy John Antoniuk offered me this gig at the Capitol Music Club, I asked Pamela what she thought of doing a gig like that. It all sounded like fun to her, since it was her first tour, so I took it, along with another similar bar show in Halifax, as bookends for the whole thing. I was tickled when we walked in that night to see our sound tech was none other than Jamie Peever. There wasn't much dinner crowd at all, but a few folks came out to see me, and a whole bunch more came out to see Pamela, and our first gig together went pretty sweetly. Afterward we hung with our friends Jille and Ryan from bluegrass and oldtime duo Rugged Little Thing, who rounded up some pals for a sweet jam at their place. With voices and fiddles and banjos and guitars and laughter ringing through that little house, doors wide open to the warm prairie night, and stars glittering overhead, it was as good as tour gets. Remember this, I said, when it gets awful, but it never really did :) 

Jille told us a great story that night, about her social studies teacher in high school, an eccentric fella who threw their textbook in the garbage the morning of 9/11. He made them watch the CBC evening news for homework, and he'd check that they had done so by some random questions, quite often including what colour of tie Peter Mansbridge was wearing. Jille remembered the class putting together a package for Mr. Mansbridge, with a letter and a pink tie, and her delight when he appeared on the evening news wearing their tie! It was the first of many stories we'd hear along the trip about great teachers, and what a difference one person can make, by example, in people's lives. 

Our next stop was a family reunion of a whole bunch of distant relatives, organized by my Uncle Bruce Farrer, who's actually my second cousin, I think, but who I've known since I was a kid, when he united our families through his genealogical searches. He was one such exceptional teacher, teaching grade 9 for 40 years in rural Saskatchewan. Every year, he'd get his students to write a letter to themselves twenty years in the future, asking questions about what their lives had turned out to be. Now retired, he's still tracking down his former students every year and mailing out the letters on schedule. "The last box [of letters] is dated 2026, I'll be in my 80's. Hopefully still with it mentally and I'll be able to find the last few students," he said in one of the stories the CBC ran about it. Westjet even made a video tribute, which is really worth watching, here. 

Bruce organized a ton of activities, including lining us all up in front of our places on a family tree that covered three walls. There were about sixty people there, most of whom I'd never met, but he'd booked me well in advance to sing for the gathering, which Pamela and I did, on Friday night and Saturday afternoon. It was really wonderful getting to know them, and finding kindred souls among these relatives that I barely knew. 

Pamela and I were among the few folks in the RV camping, and once we got talking to our neighbours, it turned out they knew her family; their hobby shop even sponsored her dad's stock car! Coincidences like that just kept coming along the trip. That evening we went to play a backyard concert in Regina for a lady named Tracy who I'd never met, but is the mom of my friend Morgan, a pal from my early days in Taiwan whom I last visited in South Africa. Pamela wrote her aunt, who lives in Regina, to let her know about the house concert, and her aunt replied that she was already booked in––her and Tracy are best friends! 

While we were all hanging out in the backyard, I explained the reunion we'd just been at, and one of the fellas said "Bruce Farrer?!? He was my teacher!" Turned out he'd been one of the kids that got the letter from his younger self. 

The next day we drove to Winnipeg for a house concert at "Tell the Band to Go Home" radio host Jeff Robson's place, and went out afterward to the Times Change(d) High and Lonesome Club, a place I figured Pamela shouldn't pass by without visiting on her first trip across Canada. It was a Sunday night, which is blues jam, hosted by Big Dave McLean. It turned out that Dave had just been awarded the Order Of Canada, so they were celebrating the news. I hugged a bunch of Winnipals, we had a dance, and it was everything I could ask for on a night out in Winnipeg. The next day was Canada Day, and we rode our bikes to the Forks, where the Red and Assiniboine rivers meet, a meeting place for native folks since time immemorial, now the site of the Canadian Museum of Human Rights (which we had a brief but moving look around), and the location for the day's festivities. 

That afternoon we drove out to Rushing River campground near Kenora, and actually stopped and took a picture at the "Welcome to Ontario" sign, something that I'd never done, but seemed fitting on Pamela's first visit. The next day of that interminably-long trip around the North side of Lake Superior, we stopped in Thunder Bay to visit my friend Lara, and Pamela saw fireflies for her first time on Lara's brother's farm. The next day we had breakfast at the Hoito, a restaurant run by Thunder Bay's Finlandia association, a relic of another time, and another iconic stop along the mythical cross-Canada road-trip. 

We also stopped by the big goose in Wawa to shoot a video for "Pass It Along", which will appear (along with an earlier clip from the Dog River grain elevator in Saskatchewan, and a later clip from a lighthouse on Cape Breton Island) in the Canadian Folk Music Awards / Prix de musique folk canadienne' 2019 "National Strum" video. I'll let you know when it drops, dear readers. 

In Sault Ste. Marie we played a house concert for some folks who'd reached out to me a couple years back. His family happened to be over from Ireland for a visit, and after the show (and the Fourth of July fireworks from across the river in Sault Ste. Marie Michigan) we stayed up around the fire, tasting some fine scotches from their neighbour, the self-styled "Wandering Whisky Whisperer," and singing songs in the flickering light. One fella sang an Irish song a cappella, in the traditional style, a moving ballad about a father who was dying, and his family joined in singing as it went. One of the folks there remarked afterward that he'd never heard anyone sing unaccompanied like that. Some of our traditions may have faded in the glow of our screens, but they're still there, little fires rekindled every time we return to feed them. 

The next day we pulled into Orillia to play the grande dame of Canadian folk festivals, Mariposa. It was at Mariposa that Estelle Klein broadened the notion of "folk" programming in Canada, and introduced the "workshop" format, which in Canada means not someone giving an instructional presentation, but rather a bunch of musicians who've never played together before taking turns leading songs and collaborating. It's where the most magical moments happen at Canadian folk festivals, and as time goes on it's spreading to other fests around the world. 

It was an honour to finally play that fest, a blast to do it with Bramwell (who was out visiting his family in Ontario) and Brian Kobayakawa, a joy to swim in Lake Couchiching and Lake Simcoe right next to the stages, and another bit of classic Canadiana to hear Gordon Lightfoot sing "If You Could Read My Mind" just before Jason Isbell took the stage on Sunday night. Oh, and there were fireflies again, in the tall grass along the roadside as we rode our bikes back to the hotel. 

After the fest and all that driving we took three days off in Algonquin Park, swimming in Canisbay Lake, picking tunes around the fire, and just being. Pamela reckons that was her favourite part of the trip. 

From there we made our way to Toronto for another, to my mind, quintessential bit of Canadiana: Corin Raymond and the Sundowners' Thursday residency at the Cameron House. Bram came out for his first time as well, the room was packed with hearty singers, and the love was thick in the air. After the show we biked down Queen Street to watch Freddy & Francine, friends of ours from California via Nashville, who slayed at Mariposa and completely blew the minds of the thirty or so people lucky enough to be there that night. 

Early the next morning we left Lucky in the Toronto airport parking and flew to Oklahoma for the Woody Guthrie Folk Festival, making a stop along the way at the Woody Guthrie Center in Tulsa, where they still had on display the pieces Woody wrote about his ruthless, racist landlord, Fred Trump. Those days aren't so different from these. 

We'd been reading an article from Pamela's friend Charlie along the trip, about the Dust Bowl days and the New Deal; how a man-made environmental crisis got so bad that it gave rise to serious public action on an unprecedented scale, drawing the obvious parallel to climate change and the sweeping vision of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez' Green New Deal. It's a long read, but it's well worth reading, both to be reminded of the weight of resistance from entrenched interests that a big change like that needs to overcome, and of the power to accomplish the unthinkable that lives in a historic moment like the one we're facing now. Have a read, here. 

Oklahoma is deeply conservative, but the celebration of Woody's legacy brought a beautiful and diverse group of folks together. Besides the concerts, there were talks on a variety of subjects, including a profound presentation on West Virginia's coal mining and labor history by Tom Breiding, who works with the United Mine Workers, recounting some of the open warfare between strikers and company thugs covered in the movie Matewan, history that's incredibly relevant today. After the stages shut down, the artists jammed til the wee hours out in front of the Days Inn, and to me that was the beating heart of the festival, a bunch of ramblers swapping songs in a parking lot. 

We flew back from Oklahoma and out to Ottawa for a Monday night house concert that some folks had driven over an hour to attend, and felt incredibly grateful and humbled by that. We spent the next two days exploring the gorgeous old streets of Montreal and Quebec, and finally made it to cute little Fredericton, a town Pamela reckoned she could actually live in. 

Our next stop was Prince Edward Island, for Rollo Bay Fiddle Festival, a 43 year-old beauty of a gathering that I'd heard about years ago in Australia from the East Pointers, who have taken over the running of the festival from their older relatives. We played for a lovely audience in the barn that first night, and on the outdoor stage the next day, learned to dance the local square dance ("the Souris set"), and reunited with friends from Edmonton including our dear friend Laurel-Lee, who was born there. Late on the last night of the fest, I went by the Tuning Room (a building next to the stage), and saw what I reckoned was the real heart of that festival: fiddlers of all ages, some little kids falling asleep in their chairs, a piano pounding out the chords, whistles, guitars, all kinds of instruments, and tune after tune rolling out, one into the next, nobody even calling the names of them but everyone picking them up and joining in, and occasionally getting up to dance. That right there was the fire. Old folks lit it, and thankfully there are young folks tending it today. 

PEI's bigger than I knew, with all its corners and valleys and coves and villages, but in a way it's just one big small town. It seemed like half the people I met at the fest introduced themselves as a cousin, uncle, or aunt of the East Pointers. And we saw it again and again over the next couple days, at a big family gathering at Laurel-Lee's family's place, and at a lovely sold-out show at the Trailside Music Inn with my Aussie pal Liz Stringer: the close connections, the way everybody's known each other forever, the importance of family reputation and place in the community. "Who's your father?", Laurel-Lee's dad would ask, and soon enough he'd established a connection to everyone. 

We left PEI for Cape Breton, where my shows hadn't materialized but we decided to spend a couple days exploring anyway, and wow, what a beautiful corner of the world that is! We were sorry not to make it to Newfoundland (I've still never been), but again I was astounded at the breadth of our country. A month isn't nearly long enough to drive across it. 

After our bookend bar gig in Halifax and a last night on the Fundy shore, Pamela flew home to play Blueberry Bluegrass festival with her band The Strawflowers, and I made my way homeward via the venerable Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in upstate New York. My friends Jake and Ethan from Pesky J. Nixon told me about it seven years ago; they program an unpaid, unofficial stage on Thursday night, and there's an "Emerging Artists Showcase" on Friday afternoon where some two dozen artists sing two songs each on main stage. I'd always figured I couldn't make the trip without actually getting hired, but seeing as I'd be in the neighbourhood this year, I figured I may as well go, and I'm glad I did. It was a really warm welcome into that community, and I was surprised at how many friends I already had there. 

The main stage had American Sign Language interpreters all weekend, and they were all captivating performers, dancing, signifying, and emoting the lyrics with such grace and skill. During "Fellas, Get Out the Way" in the Emerging Artists Showcase, I asked her to show the sign for "malarkey" again, 'cause I'd missed it while I was singing. And then "matriarchy," which to my delight turned out to be the signs for "women" and "in charge". 

There had been a lot of Trump-denouncing on stage throughout the weekend, which I have mixed feelings about, mostly because I don't know what we hope to accomplish by it, especially in a liberal bubble like that. On Sunday, though, the outside world intruded into that bubble, with the news about the mass shootings in El Paso and Dayton. And for the next couple days, driving homeward alone, all the flags at half-staff and the voices on the radio asking why kept it close to my mind. It felt like something of a relief to pull back into Canada, my adopted country, a country where an idea like public health care isn't seen as a communist plot, and where angry young white men are way less likely to mow down a bunch of strangers. But we sink or swim together here on Turtle Island, and the same hatred and division that's being sown down South can take root up North too. I only hope that music can help to bring people together rather than drive them apart, that we can open a tent wide enough to welcome everybody in, and let the gathering do the teaching. 

My last stop was Trout Forest Music Festival in Ear Falls, Ontario, a supremely low-key gathering of mostly Winnipeg music scenesters and country folks from the area. It was great. It was everything a folk fest should be. The last act on main stage was a true Canadian-style workshop, bringing together a Winnipeg fiddle group, a trio of Métis Red River Jig dancers, and an amazing flamenco group that the artistic directors met on their travels in Cuba. The stage was on fire. The audience was all on their feet at the end, dancing along, and I cried for the first time that weekend, seeing the wide world come together in the middle of nowhere, and both sides being changed for it. 

I said my goodbyes and drove out the gates to the strains of the last song, "On The Road Again," and I felt pretty lucky about it all. 

That's it for now, friends! If you're anywhere nearby, I sure hope to see you when I roll through with Justin, and if you're further afield, I look forward to our paths crossing when they do. Stay kind, keep shining, 

s

Hey friends, 

This Hobo Travelogue's coming to you from my friend Lisi's cabin on Lac St. Anne, Alberta, the place I holed up back in February when I was writing songs for the new album. It's perfect to be back here now, as I'm recording the remaining lead vocals and a few leftover bits of guitar, settling on the wording for the last few songs, and tracking a brand new one that I wrote during my run in the Pacific Northwest last month. It's doubly wonderful to see summer arriving on the lake, with gulls and geese and bugs and boats where last I saw only frost-gleam and ice-fishing shacks. 

Next week I'll be back in Edmonton, recording Bram's last parts for the album, and working up some songs with Pamela Mae for our trip across the country this summer. Before we leave, though, I'm headed up to the biggest reunion of my year, back among the throng at my home festival, the North Country Fair. My big band The Long Weekends are playing Thursday at 9pm on Main Stage, and I'm closing out the festival with the Second Chances on Sunday at 4:30pm on Main Stage. If you've never been, maybe it's your year to discover that crazy magic. The following Wednesday I'll be hosting the twelfth(!) annual North Country Fair Afterbender at the Empress, and then hitting the road across Canada with a wide-eyed Pamela Mae, who'll not only be on her first journey across Canada, but also on her first ever tour! All my dates and deets, as always, are on my news page, but here's the long story made short: 

Thu-Sun June 20-23 • Driftpile, AB • North Country Fair with the Long Weekends 
Wed June 26 • Edmonton, AB • North Country Afterbender with the Long Weekends and guests 
Thu June 27 • Saskatoon, SK • Capitol Music Club 
Sun June 30 • Winnipeg, MB • Sunset Saloon house concert 
Tue July 2 • Thunder Bay, ON • Corbett Creek Farm barn concert 
Thu July 4 • Sault Ste. Marie, ON • house concert 
Fri-Sun July 5-7 • Orillia, ON • Mariposa Folk Festival!!! 
Wed July 10 • WHERE SHOULD I PLAY in SOUTHERN ONTARIO??? 
Thu July 11 • Toronto, ON • singing a few as a guest of Corin Raymond at the Cameron House 
Fri-Sun July 12-14 • Okemah, OK • Woody Guthrie Folk Festival 
Mon July 15 • Ottawa, ON • house concert 
Thu July 18 • Fredericton, NB • Tipsy Muse Cafe 
Fri-Sun July 19-21 • Rollo Bay, PE • Rollo Bay Fiddle Fest 
Tue Jul 23 • Mount Stewart, PE • Trailside Music Cafe with Liz Stringer 
Fri July 26 • Halifax, NS • The Carleton 
Sun July 28 • Crousetown, NS • Petite Riviere Winery w/ Morgan MacDonald 

Pamela's flying homeward after that, to play Blueberry Bluegrass Festival with her band the Strawflowers, and I'll be making my way southward into the States to play the Lounge Stage and the Emerging Artist Showcase at Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in New York, then homeward via Michigan and Trout Forest Folk Festival in Northern Ontario. If there's anywhere along the way you think I should really make a stop, please drop a line to scottcooksongs@gmail.com and hopefully we can make it happen! 

My run around the Pacific Northwest in May sure was lovely, thanks to the open-hearted people who came out to hear the songs and all the kind folks who took such good care of me. Seriously, I think this last tour set a new high-water-mark for healthy feeding and luxurious sleeps. Not one couch or air mattress on the whole run, and no fast food! What is this life?!? 

I arrived at my house concert hostess' place in Eugene to see a Bernie Sanders 2016 sign in her front yard, and knew I was in good company. As the folks were arriving (some who knew me from Sisters Folk Fest, others through the hostess Sadie's admirable work in spreading my music around), I complimented one lady on her Bernie 2016 t-shirt, and wondered aloud if there were 2020 ones out yet, only to have a lady named Donna show me hers, in purple. I got pretty excited about it, I admit. Five minutes later she came back wearing a different shirt, borrowed from a friend, and GAVE ME THE SHIRT OFF HER FREAKIN' BACK! People are so kind. 

In Olympia I was happily reunited with my Taiwanese friend Kimmy, who used to own our family bar, The River, in Zhongli. My old bands The Anglers and The Smoking Cones jammed there on Thursdays for years, and I was a sorry kindergarten teacher on many a Friday as a result. I was expecting a small crowd, but the venue (Traditions Fair Trade and Cafe) has a strong following, and again, as at most of the shows, Sisters Folk Festival-goers brought their smiling faces too. 

In Salem I played for a younger crowd, which rarely happens to me these days, and saw what everyone else has been saying about CD sales ;) The crowd was lovely, though; mostly friends of my new friends Nick and Raquel, who organized the show, and who I'd also met at Sisters. The bar actually printed up menus with a couple cocktails they invented for the occasion: the "Pass It Along" (vodka, blackberry fig, eucalyptus, and black pepper) and the "Fellas, Get Out the Way" (gin, lavender, violette, lemon, and champagne). 

On a free night in Portland, I found out that the great BC poet Shane Koyczan was playing at the Alberta Rose Theatre, so I went to see him. As I mentioned in the last Travelogue, playing alone on this tour took some getting used to, feeling somewhat vulnerable without a band to blow people's hair back. But here was a guy alone on a big stage, taking us on a journey with just his words. I laughed hard, I cried, I laughed and I cried again. At the end of the show I was such a weepy, emotional mess that I split rather than wait to say hi to Shane. But I was incredibly grateful for the gift he gave all of us in that room, by opening his heart for us, and giving us permission to open ours. He let fly with eloquent words of resistance, at the end of a week when some of the most regressive abortion laws in history had been passed in the Southern states and the White House blatantly defied lawful subpoenas from Congress. He gave voice to our rage. And he talked a lot about his Grandma, who raised him and was his favourite person, and reminded us of all the unsung good and heroism in the world. 

If you don't know Shane's work, or even if you do, here's just one of many bursts of brilliance from his pen: "How To Be A Person" 

Also in Portland, I met up with fellow Taiwan-alumni singer-songwriters Dawid Vorster and Nathan Javens, and was amused by the ever-evolving Portlandian delicacies like rhubarb & bone marrow ice cream, IPA ice cream, and a CBD-infused kettle sour. At the Alberta Street Pub, I got to share the stage with Beth Wood (who's much of the brains and heart behind Sisters' Song Camp) and Ara Lee, who perform as a huge-voiced duo called Stand and Sway, and got a pound of great coffee out of the back of a minivan from our doorman for the night, a singer of infectious pop songs named Phil Ajjarapu. 

There was a fair bit of zigging and zagging in my routing, but I enjoyed all the roads, especially the 101 along the coast. Even the I-5 isn't bad, winding through greenery most of the way, and as always in America, I pause whenever I can at the roadside rest stops. I've loved them since I was a kid, from our family's big road trips across the States, but I love them even more now, for the temporary respite of treeshade and birdsong beside the freeway, and the reminder of the old socialist dream of an America for everyone that still lingers there. 

My last weekend was spent on the San Juan Islands, thanks to Sisters Song Campers JoAn Mann, Phil Paige, and Mandy Troxel, who also opened three of the shows. We got a lift to the show on Shaw Island on some locals' fishing boat, a first for me. After the show we went to an afterparty at a local's place, and I'm pretty sure all twenty or so people who were at the show were also there. We hung out for half an hour before it was time to load us all up in cars and head off to catch the ferry back. 

On Lopez I had the pleasure of watching goats out the window while I sang at the local Grange hall, and on Orcas I sang on the same Grange stage that's on the cover of Emmylou Harris' Blue Kentucky Girl album. Every night on the islands there were cookies! And at every show there were open-hearted folks who wanted to talk. Lots of people are worried about their country, it seems now more than ever. But lots of people are also working on making it better in whatever way they can. And I'm resting my hopes on people like that. 

Happy summertime, northerners! Pals down under, I'll come see you in the spring. Wherever you are, keep working on making it better in whatever way you can. Love and luck, 

s