Dav!d Reed

Good Enough?

Last evening I was setting up for an outside gig at a lovely little downtown spot. It was a perfect August summers' eve in the Berkshires – clear, cool and filled with promise. I was kneeling amongst a…

Miss Ina on her porch at Hard Labor, Coral Bay, St. John US

Remembering Miss Ina

The following vignettes have been collected over my twenty-five years as a visitor, part-time resident and working musician on the Caribbean island of Saint…

Doug Trumbull Meets David Reed @ Gedney Farm – May 2016

Trumbull & Trio

The Making of The Digby Video

Diagnosis: Mind totally blown. Those who've known me awhile have likely suspected something was awry - and now I can…

For the Love of Three Oranges
(with apologies to play write Carlo Gozzi and composer Sergei Prokofiev)

I am fortunate to be staying in an area of north Florida that's within a small, pleasant wildlife preserve. Boardwalks and paths meander…

Spoiler Alert: I originally set out to simply write a review of a restaurant that friends had been encouraging me to try for a couple of years. However, I found that as I wrote, my restaurant review had morphed into…

“I got you a treat,” my good wife said to me as she continued to empty a bag of groceries onto the counter.

“Thank you, Peach,” I replied. “What's the occasion?”

“You've just endured surgery and will need a few…

Postcard from the Islands

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While in the midst of this winter's performance dry spell I found myself suffering from an acute withdrawal from creative flow. I felt somewhat lost, tired, discouraged - like I was running on fumes and…

Max Creek, circa 1972 at The Rockinghorse Pub in Hartford, CT    -    Bob, David, Mark & John

It was just before Christmas. A fresh, clean snow blanketed the world outside my window, a fire crackled in the wood stove and…

Mystery of IED Solved

You just can’t make this stuff up. Really. You just can't. 

It was a dark, bitter cold night actively being strangled by February's frozen fingers. Gusts of wind rattled and shook the old windows, threatening intrusion…

             2006: The Advent of the Analog Man in a Digital World 

After casually observing my futile attempt to decipher the mysteries of the television remote control, pushing button after button in unsuccessful attempts to change channels and adjust the sound…