I brought my ukulele to the Royal Palace of Antananarivo. The tour guides and souvenir hawkers were curious to hear it and play it. So I let them.
I brought my ukulele to the Royal Palace of Antananarivo. The tour guides and souvenir hawkers were curious to hear it and play it. So I let them.
Join me on my quest for clothespins using the Malagasy phrase “Misy pince?”
This wild-eyed guy locked eyes with me and put himself on a collision course.
No! Seventh Day Adventists are young-earth creationists? But what about x-rays?
A trip to Andasibe-Mantadia National Park, and Mitsinjo Reserve.
My friend Moses asked me to find him an American wife. I (eventually) wrote a song about it.
Nasty Santa, disappeared from JibJab, has been spotted in Madagascar In all his bare-chested glory, and peddling snack crackers.
MADBAND’s journey leads me, a bassist and an original-music purist through cover songs—from Van Morrison’s “Moondance” to Santana’s “Corazon Espinado.”
I got out of my wet shoes and clothes and into my slippers, a teeshirt, and sweatpants shorts, I made myself comfortable. It was then that I realized that I had no food in the house.
“Look, Mommy! I made bunnies! Which one do you like best?”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! You drew on the wall!”
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