Sometimes you step to the microphone, look down, and there at the foot of the stage is a note, and it infuses every note to follow.

I remember we were on a family trip a year or so ago when we stopped in Iowa so I could do this interview. I don’t remember what all we…View post

This was my father’s trumpet. It’s beat, bent, and busted. But I just blew it here in Pine Hollow Studios so we could put some distant notes behind a song.…View post

Contents, left front jeans pocket this morning. Much fun strumming at Pablo Center at the Confluence last night. Thank you to everyone (SOLD OUT!) who took the time to join…View post

Played my songs this weekend surrounded by musicians who push me, are patient with me, and who have provided me with a whole other slice of delicious life. I like…View post