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PAST gigs

2019

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

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

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4/21: Brunch at Mint Creek Farm

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2018

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10/17: Andersonville Farmer's Market

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10/14: Logan Square Farmer's Market

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9/26: Andersonville Farmer's Market

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8/15: Andersonville Farmer's Market

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7/29: Logan Square Farmer's Market

 

7/7: House Show in Colorado Springs 

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

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7/25: Andersonville Farmer's Market

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

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BOOKus

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.

WEEKLY poem

Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden

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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.