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PAST gigs


8/17: The Book Cellar. Playing in Earnest: A Life of W.H. Auden in Seven Songs

6/10: Playing in Earnest: A Life in Song of W.H. Auden (for high school students at the Lycée de Francais de Chicago)

4/21: Brunch at Mint Creek Farm


10/17: Andersonville Farmer's Market

10/14: Logan Square Farmer's Market

9/26: Andersonville Farmer's Market

8/15: Andersonville Farmer's Market

7/29: Logan Square Farmer's Market


7/7: House Show in Colorado Springs 

7/14: Playing in Earnest: A Life in Song of W.H. Auden--at Contemplative Leadership Development, Taos, New Mexico

7/25: Andersonville Farmer's Market

7/22: at SPACE in Evanston, with Edie Carey


Whether you want some original tunes to cozy up a house concert, a set of

down-home covers for your outdoor party, or Aron's lecture/performance on W.H. Auden, just send us an email using the form to the right.


Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.