This just in: New visual evidence that I wasn’t always as old as I am now! Plus, it seems to be plain photographic proof that my second wife, Christy (my daughter Sara’s mom), didn’t always hold me in low regard!
My life has always centered around words, my own and the words of others.
My music is usually simple, melodic, and sometimes even pretty, in its own unscrubbed and unpolished sort of way.
But for me, a song's real meaning is always buried in plain sight, dressed up in black and white. You don’t have to look hard to find it, you just have to listen to its words. And mine are almost always autobiographical.
That's why I titled my first CD "Welcome to the Real World" (when I discovered that's where I had somehow landed) and my second "Autobiophonica." What else do you call the truth set to music?
Since I'm here and you apparently are too, I might as well tell you the purpose of this blog: It's to give me a single place to post my songs, lyrics, videos, and graphics. And it's a place for you to listen and look if you want to.
I may also post other items — poems, images, reviews — that have shaped my apparently nonordinary experience of life and somehow influenced my approach to songs and the creative process.
And you're invited to join in the chorus should the spirit strike you. Submit away. You probably sing better than I do, anyway.
But I’ll bet you can’t write a song any more revealing than “half a mind” or “solitaire” or “welcome to the real world,” or a better love song than “true love” or “you could have been anyone.” And if you can, I’ll buy a copy.
Or better yet, put me down for two, because I’ll probably wear the first one out.