It’s hard to keep track of all of your parallel lives when you have a ubiquitous name. They criss cross the English speaking world like railroad tracks. Fortunately, I have spies. Agents. Tentacles. Informants. Eyes and ears, everywhere.
Like in thrift stores in Nebraska.
Megan Siebe is one of these. Her surveillance skills factored heavily in my decision to ask her to play violin and cello and sing backup vocals on my forthcoming album, Spare Parts. 
Nothing escapes her.
Thanks to her, I can add “painter” to my growing resumé. Just check this out:
I take pride in this self-portrait, which wears its influences on its sleeves.
