Livingston Taylor


A Quiet Place to Make Music and Putter

By Donna Paul, New York Times

AFTER a drive down a winding, mile-long dirt road on Martha’s Vineyard, a weathered blue oar propped against a tree comes into view, a faded house number on it. The oar, long separated from whatever craft it once propelled, stands at the entry to the home of the singer-songwriter Livingston Taylor.

Outside on a sunny spring day, Mr. Taylor is tinkering with a tractor. After a friendly handshake, he looks up and points out an osprey nest atop an old electrical pole about a hundred yards away. Quickly, he heads inside to grind beans for a fresh pot of coffee.