Wyatt's Musings

  I had coffee with Nanci Griffith a long time  ago.  I was a finalist in the Kerrville Folk Festival songwriters competition  outside of Austin. As a finalist I became a Newfolk which is a kind of fraternity for songwriters. Because of this I got to hang backstage with the big boys and girls. She asked if I’d have a seat at her picnic table. Michael Johnson was there and Steve Gillette also. That year Lucinda Williams was a judge.  I did not win.

  Nanci Griffith is probably best...

These are scary times. I paint outside and some people are afraid. A guy with a homemade easel and a ponytail looks suspicious. Lately I’ve noticed people are more willing to wave and say hi... from a distance, of course. I don’t think this is a conscious thing. It could be our better instinct for compassion kicks in and we want to connect even if it’s a wave from six feet or across the street. Then again it could be we are all scared and whistling past the cemetery. Sure we’re scared. But I think how we deal with...

Strange days have found us.

Still one of the few bands I can think of that had a keyboard bass. These times can feel as dark as that Doors song. We have been at a wild party on a train at full throttle. Too much. Too fast. Is that the way we measure our worth or success? When talking with friends about goals in life, I find myself saying this: I want to grow small.

The Wyatt Waters Gallery will be temporarily closed to the public in an attempt to slow down the spread of the covid19 virus. When we feel things have gotten good enough to reopen we will post that announcement. I have thought about this and it seems like the only responsible thing to do. I don’t see any reason to wait till it has spread more to take this action. I am making a better habit of hand washing and I am avoiding crowds and I think it is something you should consider. If you see me out painting, I’m...

Conflict is a tug of war till you let go of the rope.