Reflections on my upbringing, fatherhood, and trying to be a better person.
Imagine you work construction, framing houses. But what you really want to do is play guitar and sing songs for people. You’ve just recorded your first album and are releasing it in two months. Of course you know your fingers are important, so you’re as careful as you can be around dangerous tools like, um, …
After I’ve taken Silas to school, after I’ve talked with Heidi about the day, while August is still sleeping and Lorentz is eating, I walk to my studio in the backyard. Come walk with me (and see if I spill the coffee)….
Inspiration seems to hit at the worst times. You’re sitting there minding your own business, but then you have a thought and a feeling, and a moment to react before continuing to, let’s say, brush your teeth. For the past several years I’ve made a habit of at least trying to grab inspiration by its …
I bet you didn’t know that I created my first album artwork in Microsoft PowerPoint, did you? I bring this up to say I didn’t know what I was doing. I also didn’t have any money in my Wells Fargo checking account to hire a graphic designer. I did, though, have one of those old …
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Below is an email thread between me and a fan who was upset after hearing the f-word in my song “Hello, Lou”off the album Passages. He graciously said I could post our email exchange as I thought it might be helpful for others who had the same concerns.
My family didn’t own a TV, so my dad would rent one for must-see events. To the best of my knowledge these included Operation Desert Storm and the Olympics. We rented the TV set from Frank’s TV and Repair. It looked like the kind science teachers would wheel into classrooms on days when they showed …
My dad had an office in the basement. He never used it. In fact nobody really used the basement. It was like a dungeon. Musty and dark. The laundry was down there. So was the deep freeze. That’s about it. So as it were, the basement was the perfect place for a 15-year-old boy to …
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