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  • david

    david beamsville, ontario

    please come to Toronto again !

    please come to Toronto again !

  • Elisa

    Elisa Burdett, NY

    Groovin' on the Poetry.... Life is eh?

    Groovin' on the Poetry.... Life is eh?

  • Bob

    Bob Ohio

    It's cold and snowy here, and a little addition to the poetry reading section could warm things up.

    It's cold and snowy here, and a little addition to the poetry reading section could warm things up.

  • Betty Ann

    Betty Ann Kinston NC

    Greg, thank you for two wonderful shows this past weekend. My friends and I had a fabulous time.

    Greg, thank you for two wonderful shows this past weekend. My friends and I had a fabulous time.

  • Lucia

    Lucia Missouri

    The eggs are getting pretty stale.

    The eggs are getting pretty stale.

  • Dan Walsh

    Dan Walsh Ojai, CA

    GB-From the Sierra to Sonoma County, its been a treat to see you perform. However, my days of northern California living are now past. How about a visit to southern California at the small venue of the Libbey Bowl in Ojai nestled below the Los Padres? You ever played there? Hope you cross our path in these parts.

    GB-From the Sierra to Sonoma County, its been a treat to see you perform. However, my days of northern California living are now past. How about a visit to southern California at the small venue of the Libbey Bowl in Ojai nestled below the Los Padres? You ever played there? Hope you cross our path in these parts.

  • Betty Ann

    Betty Ann Kinston NC

    Amen to the previous message! Miss you in NC.

    Amen to the previous message! Miss you in NC.

  • Daniel

    Daniel Asheville, NC

    It'd be great to see you perform at the Grey Eagle in Asheville again.

    It'd be great to see you perform at the Grey Eagle in Asheville again.

  • Ian Macdiarmid

    Ian Macdiarmid New Zealand

    Here's a true story (more or less) Songwriter Song (for Greg) I was sitting in a churchyard, under a tree, I was looking at him when he glanced up at me. Then he kept writing in his notebook, like he’d been doing all along. I looked up in the tree, I was looking for birds, Looked up in the tree, searching for the words To fall down on his page and form themselves into his song. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same. No words on the tree, no spare words on the ground. I listened for words – there wasn’t a sound. The mystery remained so I entered the church and I prayed. I prayed by myself, then the crowd grew so strong. They all came to hear Iris (Greg tagged along), I was thinking if I listened, I’d know how the great songs are made. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same. Then Greg started singing (like songwriters do), I was listening for signs, there wasn’t a clue. So I sat back and listened, listened to his magical spell. He told us a tale of driving along, Up in the U.P., humming a song. But where the song came from even he couldn’t tell. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. A pretty good colour, not a bad name. Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown. Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    Here's a true story (more or less)

    Songwriter Song (for Greg)

    I was sitting in a churchyard, under a tree,
    I was looking at him when he glanced up at me.
    Then he kept writing in his notebook, like he’d been doing all along.

    I looked up in the tree, I was looking for birds,
    Looked up in the tree, searching for the words
    To fall down on his page and form themselves into his song.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    No words on the tree, no spare words on the ground.
    I listened for words – there wasn’t a sound.
    The mystery remained so I entered the church and I prayed.

    I prayed by myself, then the crowd grew so strong.
    They all came to hear Iris (Greg tagged along),
    I was thinking if I listened, I’d know how the great songs are made.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

    Then Greg started singing (like songwriters do),
    I was listening for signs, there wasn’t a clue.
    So I sat back and listened, listened to his magical spell.

    He told us a tale of driving along,
    Up in the U.P., humming a song.
    But where the song came from even he couldn’t tell.

    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    A pretty good colour, not a bad name.
    Gregory, Gregory, Gregory Brown.
    Don’t know where your songs come from, but they come just the same.

  • Matt

    Matt Pompano Beach, FL

    Hey Greg, when are you coming down to play under the Florida sun?

    Hey Greg, when are you coming down to play under the Florida sun?

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