“Stan Markham sat alone at the desk of his threadbare motel room.  In a minute or two he’d join the others in Mandy’s room where they were all busy reviewing the night’s remarkable footage.  Though Jane’s abrupt departure was clearly fueled by pain, it would make for good viewing.  No doubt about that one.  But Stanley couldn’t concern himself with that right now — he was still processing what he had heard out in that barn.  It was slow to compute all the way.
He remembered the day he first walked into the offices at A & M Records in New York, a nineteen-year-old Jewish kid from Pawling, humming Clash songs to himself on the subway and plotting a revolution of sorts. He remembered when he’d been sent to Ireland to see the Alarm and how he’d broken down crying and then ran to call his boss as they finished their first song. He remembered the stadium in Dublin in which he’d seen U2 on the final night of their Joshua Tree tour and how vividly it had reminded him that music has the power, literally, to move mountains. At least that was how it had felt to him then as he jumped up and down in the gentle spring rain with fifty thousand brothers and sisters.
Where had that gone? That world had simply disappeared for him. He guessed there were kids still being lit up by music, and yet, in this new age of portable entertainment and disposable everything, it all was sadly, tragically, different. Things were too easy and, so, could never mean as much.
At least he felt that way until tonight. Maybe it was because the music of Ghost Tree was born at another time — the time that he now recalled so fondly — it took him there again. That first song, the one that nobody, not even the band, had ever heard before that moment, was what did it more than anything. As he witnessed their joyful discovery of something that had never been lost, that time could not diminish, upon which age and station and background had no bearing, he remembered the secret he’d forgotten – music was magic.
The face of the keyboard player’s daughter smiled again in his memory and he knew that she had known it, too. Right then, they were brother and sister bouncing up and down to a song.”

Published September 2010

“Ghost Tree – reunite the band.”

These deathbed words set in motion a series of events no one could have predicted.

A documentary crew, headed by Kenton Hall (successful indie film maker and Ghost Tree fanatic that long-ago summer) sets about granting Chet’s last wish and before you know it, the band is potentially reuniting for a show and Pembrook is the setting for a new reality series.

Loves are found, lost roads rediscovered, and long-buried mysteries are solved – some of them on national television!

Funny, philosophical and tender, “Ghost Tree” is the story of spirits that refuse to die.