Basil Harris (pictured with sister Anne, summer 2016) He died today. Farewell, sweet singer.
From the first time we hit the brakes and backed up to be sure we’d seen what we thought we’d seen—a Nativity diorama made entirely of pumpkin-headed figures—we were hooked. Charter photographed the scene and made it into a Christmas card. It was a great hit with family and friends and so began our tradition […]
My brother, Basil, and I have collaborated over the years, mainly on songs written specially for the weddings of our siblings, children, nieces and nephews. This one has its roots in a legend. Lying in the shadows, a legend waits for the afternoon sun. On a summer evening, out of Mt. Hosmer’s face, comes the […]
Basil got news of his illness–Total Systems Atrophy–more than two years ago, and since then he has slowly been losing the functions of his body and his mind. I will write about my brother, but for the moment I want to celebrate him by making public all the songs I have that he’s written, collaborated […]
A number of years ago, my brother–Basil Harris, Jr.–wrote a song as a submission to the Woody Guthrie Folk Festival song writing competition. It was in the time of the Iraq War. It was in the time of Cindy Sheehan, the Gold Star Mother who stood for days and days on a dusty road in […]
CASCO HOURS Our sailboat—SENSEI—is not much bigger than, say, an Airstream trailer, its beamy hull framing a cabin below, appointed in teak. Spare touches of bronze: portholes, water pump. Starboard and port settees that make into a large bed. A counter to accommodate the two-burner gas camp stove. Two small fold-out tables. A little toilet. […]