Author Archives: David Cohen

About David Cohen

This is the website for David Cohen, cartoonist and illustrator, as well as percussionist/drummer. Come here for the latest cartoons and blog observations, as well as a calendar for dates when I will be playing music.

That feeling….

I love that feeling, when you are listening to some music, and there is either a chord change, or it goes to the bridge, or there is a certain amount of artistic drama that occurs, and your scalp starts tingling, and maybe the hair on the back of your neck stands up. I think the stimulation of the vagus nerve is one of the best things about being a human being!

Gigs for March, April May, and June

March 27th– Southern Appalachian Brewery, Hendersonville, NC
with “King Possum”
March 28th– Oskar Blues Brewery, Brevard, NC
with “King Possum”

April 9th–School Carnival, Vance Elementary School, Asheville, NC with “Vince Junior”
April 11th–Laughing Waters Retreat Gerton, NC
with “The Robert Thomas Band”
April 25th–The Altamont Theater, Asheville, NC
with “Vince Junior”

May 9th and 10th–LEAF, Black Mountain, NC
with “The Robert Thomas Band”
May 22nd–

May 23rd–

June 12th–Patsy Cline Tribute, the Altamont Theater, Asheville, NC with “Sweet Dreamers” featuring CaroMia Tiller
June 19th–

June 27th–Rutherfordton, NC
with “King Possum

Snow. The forecast was for snow.

So far, not so much. Not like Boston. Not like New York. Not even like the snow globe on the windowsill. Could it snow, here in WNC?

Of course it could. We are in the mountains, in some of the highest altitudes on the East Coast. We have had winters with a lot of snow, and just as many with no snow.

The only thing for sure about the snow here is that most folks here don’t know how to drive in it. Oh, and the very mention of it sends them panic-stricken to the grocery stores.

I don’t like snow, or winter, for that matter. But if I were to move further south the bugs would only get bigger and more aggressive, and I almost don’t like them as much.

So as long as the power stays on, there’s food in the fridge, and I don’t have to dig my way to the mailbox, I’ll