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Notes on Writing “Long Road Back to You”
I remember starting this one with a guitar part and filling in the melody with gibberish words—just vowel sounds and a cadence that felt right. In other words, I had no idea what the song would be about, and I didn’t care. I was painting. Enjoying the process of discovery. But I also know I
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Forgiveness
Notes on Writing “Forgiveness” One time our family rented a car that came with SiriusXM radio. Instead of searching around for something we liked, we just let the station keep playing whatever it wanted. At some point, this song came on by a band I can no longer remember. But in the middle of the
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Learning Which Hills to Die On
Notes on writing “Home Means You” I was trying to write a non-cliché song about home. I’ve written dozens of home songs and will probably write dozens more. The whole “a house isn’t a home” idea has certainly been covered before, so I was trying to find a small twist on it. I think the
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An Amen for Bob Carr
One of my first employers was a man named Bob Carr. He had about an acre of rolling garden beds next to his family home on the north side of town. He sold flowers and shrubs, and hosted a garden tour every summer that was like a miniature Woodstock for old people. On Saturdays, I
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