Well holy shnikies. Nobbern. And Mick’s and Dick’s, that’s what they call a deep cut.
New song… This song began with me scribbling down the phrase ‘forty acres deep’ one day. On a map, forty acres are flat. But when you come from my rural roughneck background, “forty acres deep” connotes being in debt to the bank, being isolated, being in a position where you’ve committed to something so deeply you…View post
Back before the pandemic I was having a bad day. Felt I was failing as a husband. Had a daughter in distress far from home and calling for comfort. Another daughter on the edge of change. I needed sunlight. I stepped outside into a beautiful summer afternoon. First thing I saw was an indigo bunting,…View post
A week ago I got a message from a Canadian songwriter saying he was using one of my Instagram captions as a lyric. I wrote a “Roughneck Grace” column about these lovely/odd interconnections (column out this Sunday) and in the meantime this music happened. It’s a beautiful song (heads up, does contain a heartfelt curse-quote…View post