The songs you hear are very talented folks in Nashville TN. On any particular song if you'd like to know the artist just ask. Thanks for listening ..
I know you normally write your bio in the second or third person but that’s not who I am. I was born my parents 2nd son in September 1956. They were 2 of the hardest workin’ people you’ll ever know. I watched growin’ up as they built our lives in Jonesboro Arkansas. Some of my first memories were of our home on north Allis street on the North side of town across the tracks which some said was the “wrong” side of town. I remember bein’ a happy kid, my dad worked for a plumbing supply company and my mother a secretary by day and worked the snack bar at the local drive-in ......at night. I believe we got into the movie free…hamburgers, hotdogs, french-fries, pickles and soda what kid wouldn’t love that. But my memories also tell me that as good as those times were they were hard too. Medical bills due to a childhood illness and low blue collar wages it had to be hard to make ends meet. But they did. My first musical memories were of my mother. She could play the piano by ear and how she could play. Her whole family played and somehow I missed out on that talent. Wish I could just sit at the piano and play. But I’m workin’ on my music now and with any luck before I die I’ll be able to play the guitar. But back to rememberin’, my mom, a friend, my brother and I spent lots of time at a small lake in Jonesboro. I remember hot summer days of swimmin’, fishin’ and havin’ fun we’d eat lettuce sandwiches and listen to a transistor radio. It was the late 50s early 60s and my mom loved this one singer…Elvis....... As popular as he was his songs were on that radio all the time. When one played we’d dance, sing and have a great time. And I’ve love him and his music ever since. We finally moved across the tracks, to the “right” side of town, times were still tough but we did OK. I remember livin’ in 3 different houses on the same block and how mom and dad worked. I remember when they bought their first house, got their first color TV, first air conditioner, first new car and at the time not havin’ these things didn’t seem important. In fact I didn’t even realize we didn’t have em’. So I grew up right smack dab in the middle of Jonesboro…got my first kiss…fell in love…learned to drive…uncle gave me a 56 Chevy truck…............ traded it for a 66 mustang and learned to live there. Like I said fell in love, with Janie ......we got married, in August of "75" and had our son, Josh in June of "78 and he married Lynn in 2000. And they had my grandog Dumpster several years later...... ......So my ride through life has had its ups and downs, its smiles and tears but what it’s really had is love. So now I write about it…the whole journey. In every song you’ll hear my heart and soul twisted through. I’ve worked in the blue collar world most of my life and proud of it. Except for the time with UPS they gave me the opportunity to become part of white collar America, but it didn’t take. Came back to blue collar work with Union Pacific Railroad ......for the past 12 years and have loved every minute. Many songs have been written about the railroad…I can understand why, it’s a poetic place to work. The history behind it, the steel under it and just gettin’ to ride across one of the most beautiful countries in the world is a childhood dream. My work takes me from Arkansas into Louisiana and Texas. So here I am just an Ol’ Arkansas boy who works for the railroad. Ridin’ trains has given me lots of time to think about things and with this music in my head my thoughts seem to come out in what you’re hearing. Told a guy once the motion of the train keeps time with the thoughts in my head, and the sound of the steel on steel keeps a pretty good beat. And that’s true, it really does. Like I said before I write from somewhere between my heart and soul about family, god, the past, our country, my love of life and the love I have for my wonderful wife. I've been lucky to meet some great Nashville folks and So my story continues…who knows where this might go, maybe just here. But ya’ know at the end of the day I am who I am and these songs are what they are. And if it goes no farther...I still have the songs