I’m taking to the road again, more live shows. Tonight when I stand at the center of the lit circle with my guitar, open my heart-shaped mouth and inhale, it will hit me: … Continue reading
I am only my steps. A hundred steps ahead of me, both my compass and my chasm, I find: Homer the souls of waves in his embrace King David the sweet psalmist … Continue reading
A mini tour brings me and my guitar to a few different towns this weekend. All my life, I’ve had the privilege, the obligation too, I believe, to sing these beautiful solace-making things for … Continue reading
“How hard can it be to write songs like you?” It was a pretty thoughtless thing to say. What did I do? I encouraged him to go ahead and try. It … Continue reading
When you’re very young: You wonder, “What exciting thing is going to happen today?” You experiment. You LOOK. You imagine. You learn. You play. You share. You make friends. You’re curious. … Continue reading
Sometimes words are just music themselves. Like “Strawberry” is a very musical sounding word to me. Dandelion is another. I like Honeysuckle and Hurricane, too. And Hallelujah. Standing on the edge of the vowel … Continue reading
This is it, my remarkably low-fi, home recording studio away from home. I take it around with me everywhere so I can record things that occur to me while I … Continue reading
When someone is missing, their possessions start to take on meaning. And so where I run into these things, I begin to make up songs – I can feel your … Continue reading
I never quite understood about understanding. At least as far as making up a song goes. When I’m playing a song I’ve made up, I will enjoy and even love … Continue reading