It is expression, this strumming of rusting strings and rambling of thoughts and feelings. For years I was lost in a storm.
After the walls came crumbling down and the dust of my life cleared, I was provided a new clarity. A clear vision of life and how I never really lost my love. Because my love and my muse has always been melody and song. And one day while listening to the immortal Townes Van Zandt sing forth his "For the Sake of the Song," I realized then that I should disappear into a mental cavern and rebuild my lifelong relationship with my music.
My songs are simply what they are. They are me. No pose and no protective ego will be found. Because music is a language. And in order to speak clearly for all to hear, we as musicians owe it both to ourselves and the listeners of the world to cast our melodic language unfiltered into the harsh and often critical world.
Sometimes my creations are foul and unappealing. But no matter their value to subjective masses, they are my children. Therefore I am proud of them as I slaved passionately from childhood to develop the abilities to exercise the simmering heat of expression to the surface of reality.
The songs on this profile are simple demos I performed and recorded literally in my living room. Even the thunderstorms within the tracks were captured with a simple hand recorder on my front porch during a heavy autumn storm one dark evening. This storm launched the beginning of the the body of work here that followed. I simply call it, "Front Porch Storm."
The songs will be re-recorded in the studio in the coming months with an official release to follow. Thanks for listening.