Hi everyone, welcome to my website. 

I have a new record called 24th Street Blues coming out on October 6th 2023. It will be available on vinyl, cd, and digital. In addition to the record I have created an illustrated songbook, with musical notation, tablature, and each song is accompanied by a painting by Deirdre F White. There will be a pre-order available shortly on Bandcamp. 

All my upcoming live shows are listed on my Shows page. You can also see tour dates below.

I've also got a newsletter I send out once in a while, and you can sign up below to stay in touch. 

“Heyman is great at capturing the onslaught of thoughts that speed through your mind when you’re sitting alone in the dark with a drink and a cigarette. That he turned them into rocking, danceable songs is no small achievement.”
— Counterpunch

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Wire Troop laying down the boogie in Austria... I mean Astoria @thebonniebar, @wiretrooper
Waiting for Dan at Thrifty in Chicago. It’s been a few years since I have been here. The shuttle from the terminal was full of folks whose flight to Des Moines had been canceled because of thunderstorms. They were all getting cars to drive the
The Atlantic, Brighton England. 33 shows, 11 countries, 1 day “off” to drive. Every show was great in its way. Thanks to the mighty Chris Metzler for putting it all together and being there every step of the way, to my new pal Sid Griffin
The cutting board traveled with us from Germany... lots of sandwiches got made. The tuna traveled with Marlowe from Tucson... some lucky soul at The Old Ship gets it now.
Slightly faded, grand old hotel facing the sea in Brighton. Last actual night of the tour was spent here.
Marlowe and I are sharing a room at The Old Ship Hotel in Brighton. It’s a little tight, so we just erected the obligatory “buddy barrier”. Last show of the tour at The Prince Albert tonight.
Travelodge, Bedford. I would bet dollars to donuts that the folks behind Travelodge are also involved in the private prison industry. The endless gauntlet of locked corridors and fire doors are like prison style sally ports, when the 1/2 hour of shi
Got into London with a few hours to spare on Wednesday. As soon as the stuff was in the hotel, I split on a walkabout. We were in Crouch End, North London, across the street from Konk Studios! I walked all the way up Tottenham Road, seeing a neighbor
Top floor... Bristol hotel. All the way up to the crow’s nest in one shot with two guitars and a suitcase big enough to hold Billy Barty’s corpse. Cracked my dome twice on the low ceiling going out the back door. Scared to go to sleep bec
More epic Scottish countryside.