Good Enough Again
This is a newly edited version of a previously released post. It deals with the album/song process. I am terrible at getting things done. I have no problem coming up with ideas. I have notebooks full of ideas. There might…
weird folk
This is a newly edited version of a previously released post. It deals with the album/song process. I am terrible at getting things done. I have no problem coming up with ideas. I have notebooks full of ideas. There might…
Let’s talk about all the weird stuff that is in your collection of sentimental crap?
I got mad this morning. It had been a while since I got mad in the morning. My oldest (age 10) and I used to fight almost every morning. I guess we are last minute kind of people. We haven’t…
During the snowy season of 2017 through the middle of the muddy season, I pursued a project where I posted one song per week on Sound Cloud. I began this process with the notion that it would force me to write one…
During the summer of 2013, I was in a car accident. Don’t worry, I survived. If an event that involves two cars slamming together can be considered minor, it was a minor accident. However, my head bounced off the door frame and…
I am terrible at getting things done. I have no problem coming up with ideas. I have notebooks full of ideas. A couple of them might even be good ideas. I can easily determine the best idea and quickly focus all my energies in…
This is a rough draft of some fiction based on a weird love song. It was Thursday, February 12, 1981. I remember it like it was yesterday. I met her at the bus stop down on East Dead End Alley. …
I used to be romantic. We were young, in love, and full of unrealistic expectations. My muse didn’t require grandiose gestures, but she deserved them. I headed to the laboratory where I concocted an 18 track album detailing in fictional format my imagined notion of…
Due to being both a musician and completely obsessive, I sometimes get rhythms stuck in my head for weeks. It’s a little different from hearing a catchy song on the radio and having it stuck there all day. This is far…
This is a failure story. This is the first week of American Idol. Everybody loves a good failure. I bought my first real banjo in the fall of 2013. Up to that point, I had a poor excuse for a tenor…