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After marching across the Brooklyn Bridge yesterday I was gonna say...

"Okay, back to work!"

But truthfully, showing up with the Occupy Movement yesterday and really participating in that part of history is kind of in my job description as an American singer/songwriter and folk singer. So in a very real way, that is my work as well. I can't sing about what's going on if I don't know what's really going on. It's just kinda weak to comment on social conditions and events from the sidelines.

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LAST NIGHT... A NIGHT OF PROTEST. A NIGHT OF HISTORY.

So, Teresa Reynolds and I met on Chambers Street and made our way over to Foley Square. What we witnessed and were fortunate enough to be smack in the middle of was absolutely incredible and indescribably powerful. People of every age, people of every color, committed, beautiful and sincere... all assembling in the face of a massive, almost military police presence. The first (And almost assuredly low) crowd estimate from the NYPD was roughly 35,000 people in the streets of lower Manhattan.

Before the event the NYPD initially said they were expecting a turnout of approximately 10,000. But now they say 35,000 poured into the street on a cold damp night, signs held high, voices raised, hands forming Peace signs waving everywhere. I turned to Teresa at one moment and said, "This is what history' feels like."

People in unison chanting, echoing through the canyons of courthouses and skyscrapers...

"People -- United -- Cannot Be Defeated"

"This is what Democracy Looks Like!"

Then Teresa led a chant. She screamed, "Whose streets?!" And a hundred booming voices shouted back, "OUR STREETS!"

"Whose streets? OUR streets! Whose streets? OUR streets!""

Over and over again, until our voices began to strain. (She and I both noticed that, over the hours of the protest, for some reason that particular chant seemed to rankle the police more than the others. Hmmmm...) We ran into some trouble with police barricades on one occasion, but the majority of us kept the few hot-heads in the crowd at bay, and the rest of us got the barricades taken down as march moved on. I personally had one minor confrontation with one police officer, but it was not something I'll talk about here. Everything turned out fine. (Hey! I'm not in jail!) Nobody was looking for a confrontation. We were just exercising our right of peaceful assembly in our own streets. In the beginning of the march, I told Teresa that I was hoping to avoid exchanging even one word with a police officer. I said, "If I wanna talk to a cop, I'll break a law. If I'm not breaking a law... I have no desire for even a conversation."

Today I'm going to go through the photos and video I took and ask Teresa if she's got anything she'd like to share here on the site. So there will be more in the days to come. So many amazing memories packed into one night. The Spirit, The Power. The Unity. The feeling of Oneness with so many. Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge at night with thousands of like-minded people. The cars on the bridge blaring their horns in support as they passed, shouting and showing peace signs out their windows. The surprising and ingenious giant laser light messages somebody was projecting from a distant apartment onto the side of a skyscraper on the Manhattan side to the deafening cheers of the crowd on the bridge span.

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People in wheelchairs and older Americans with walkers, a man with his daughter on his shoulders, young, educated, uneducated, strong, frail, in business suits and jeans... thousands, and thousands, and thousands of people all marching for Reason and Fairness. Goodness. Smiles. Laughter. Tears. Hugs. Courage.

"This is what Democracy looks like."

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"The is what history feels like."

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Still -- the lion's share of what I do is just to write and sing about life, to try to help someone laugh, to help us all feel and think, to smile, to enjoy the adventure and try to let at least one other person they're not alone.

And oh man! After yesterday... got a feeling I'm gonna have a lot to write and sing about in 2012!!!

But first we're gonna have blast kicking 2011 in the ass as it heads out the door!!!!

I wanna say "THANKS AGAIN" to every single person who showed up for even one afternoon of music and laughs in Central Park this year. We had another amazing "outdoor" season in 2011.

For newcomers, here's a little Photo Gallery from this past Summer. Very cool. Maybe you're in there! (It's still growing!)

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I'm a very lucky man, and I never forget that!

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AND NOW IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR WHEN WE ALL GET TOGETHER "INDOORS" FOR...

"THE SOMETHING'TH ANNUAL YEAR END CONCERT"

No kiddin' around... if you haven't gotten tickets yet, call a few friends this week and then call the box office. Or get them online. Either way. There honestly isn't a bad seat in that concert hall. Some of the best seats in the theater are actually in the balcony, because that balcony is right on top of the stage. It's a very intimate venue for a 500-seat house. It really is.

I have a couple of really fun ideas about this gig. One of them has to do with the BIG cover song we do every year. I think you guys are gonna love this. I think we're gonna create a good musical memory.

Right now, there are plenty of good seats left. As of today there are about 250 seats left. So, call a few friends. Make a night of it. And then grab tickets sooner than later.

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You can get tickets online right now by hitting the banner below. But the box office is open today! You can call them directly...

212-501-3330

...and talk to Biz or Shayla. They're great!!!

We laugh as much as we sing at these things! And we have a whole bunch of new songs and a few surprises this year. We'll also be singing a bunch of your favorites from Central Park.

It's less than 4 weeks away. And now that we're into November, tickets start flying.

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I wanna say thank again to every single one of you who spent even one afternoon with me in Central Park this past year.... or ever! You make me feel like the luckiest man alive.

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Y'know? This was year #20 that I've been known as "That Guitar Man from Central Park". As the result of sharing all those typically amazing afternoons of music an laughs in the middle of the greatest city in the world, I've become aware that there are always a lot of you checking in from different parts of the country and different parts of the world.

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VIDEO TIME

And here are a few videos for you to pass around. Hope some of them help you think and others help you smile today.

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Here are a couple of different fun galleries to check out.

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HAVE FUN TODAY!!!!!! (And be cool to each other, okay?)

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Thanks for everything.

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Peace ☮