Ideas

#1 — Quit your job, sell your house, buy a little camper, and drive around with Foxy. You’ll probably stay in the US, but the Canadian border is right there so be sure to keep both your passport and her vaccination papers in the glove box. A Scamp would be ideal, but a teardrop trailer…

“If you don’t have doubts you’re either kidding yourself or asleep. Doubts are the ants-in-the-pants of faith. They keep it alive and moving.” –Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking “The folk singer’s job is to comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable.” –Woody Guthrie “No matter what your job, you’ll always find yourself in one of four…

My sister Becca is a great gift-giver.  She puts a lot of time and thought and effort into the things that she gives people – and this past Christmas was no exception. In addition to our “real” presents, she made everyone in our family an awesome dog portrait.  Weird?  NOT IF YOU’RE A PARSONS. Becca…

Last night, I was working it at the gym with my iPod on shuffle, when this song came on. Lazy Summer Love by annieparsons Honest to goodness, I had all but forgotten that I ever wrote it. This old demo made me remember what it felt like to write songs before anyone ever told me…

Yesterday, I had a hankering for something that, to my knowledge, did not exist.  So I took matters into my own hands and invented it. The result is probably worthy of a Nobel Prize – that is, if there were a Nobel Prize for HOLLA. See, if there are two things that I love in…

Jeremy: “I have some great ideas for pictures on the cruise.” Me: “Awesome!” Jeremy: “I know.  There’s one shot that I’m positive I’ll have to get.” Me: “Cool – what is it?” Jeremy: “Well, it will be you, in some sort of dress.  And we’ll go to the very front of the boat.  And you’ll…

Recording a song can be like architecture – you lay a foundation, and then build layers on top of it, one by one. Yesterday, Josh and I made a scratch track, or a “shepherd,” as I like to call it – a single guitar track that will serve as the guide for the rest of…

Confession: I haven’t written a song since November. GAH.  I don’t want anyone to know that!  I am such a fraud. I feel like a snail – one that has been left out in the brutal sunshine, shriveled up inside its flimsy shell.  I feel no inspiration.  I have no ideas. Oh, sure.  One might…

From 2002 until 2005, I was Annie the Nanny for two little boys in Seattle. The first year was a full-time job, and the next two were part-time as I finished school. These little guys were my funny companions, my paper airplane playmates, the reason that I wanted to pull my hair out and the…