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This One Time at Music Camp

Well, I never thought I’d get to play a song for Shawn Colvin, but that’s exactly what happened at the Frets and Refrains music camp.

After saying “prepare to be slaughtered” as I made my way to the hot seat, Shawn was super charitable in her feedback — as were my fellow classmates.

Other camp highlights included contributing a new jingle (“Welcome to the Chernobyl Big Top”) to a new eco-disaster-themed concept album and performing “Celluloid Dream,” “Don’t Forget to Pack Your Hand Grenade,” “Speak Your Mind,” “Nobody But You,” and “Trigger Finger” for various workshops and audiences.

All in all, a very good time in the Catskills.  

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Rock the Retirement

June 27, 2019. Athletic Club. Oakland, California. A top-secret operation was set in motion for a small group of musicians to surprise Mambo PC at his retirement party. Congratulations to the man of the hour for 29 years on the job … and for remembering the lyrics to all the songs.

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New Video Alert !!!

Excited to share a new video for “Remember the War to End All War,” a song from my upcoming album.

So many people to thank: John Vanderslice (producer), Carly Bond (guitar, vocals), Robert Shelton (keyboards, synthesizers), James Riotto (bass, synthesizers), Jason Slota (drums, percussion), Crystal Pascucci (cello), Jacob Winik (mastering).

And super huge thanks to Matthew Washburn for making the video.

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Say It Again …

Well, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. New album coming soon … it’ll be available on a bunch of digital platforms and on CD, too. Thanks to the super talented Aimee Stevland at Aimee Bruckner Design Studio for bringing her artistic talents to the project.

What’s in the Meaning of That Cloud in the Sky … coming soon.

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Christmas Ghosts

Here’s a new story on Defiant Scribe just in time for Christmas. Thanks to the editors for their introduction.

“Christmas Ghosts by Greg Roensch imagines the ghosts of Christmas past not as literal, Dickensian figures but rather the ghosts that lurk in our memories. A series of short paragraphs tell two very different tales: one of the protagonist’s current, bleak Christmas and one of the wondrous Christmas of yesteryear. Heartbreaking and haunting, this work of flash fiction paints a stunning portrait in very few words.”