I had the great pleasure recently of attending a concert performance by Drew and Ellie Holcomb. Just them and a couple of guitars. Simple, sweet, joyful. And there were a couple thousand other adoring fans in the opulent…
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Though we’ve had some definite touches of springtime already — it was 80 degrees yesterday and trees are swollen with new buds — trees are still wintry in appearance…
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I wish I had possessed the foresight, when I began work as a traveling musician in 1996, to keep a written record of some of the more unique people I’ve met in my travels. By now that record would be a tome but one, I think, well worth reading…
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Confession 1: I am a sucker for a lush, emotive, (dare is say it) pretty movie soundtrack. . . . And by the way, you are too. (Tell me you didn’t cry when the family dog died and the little boy is sobbing…
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I don’t know that I’ve ever completely finished a song. I’ve worked on a few thousand and gotten them to the point that they were performable, or recordable. But there’s often the gnawing sense…
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One of my favorite (and, I contend, one of the best) songwriters around today is Andy Gullahorn. His music is a thought-provoking mix of candor, honesty, humor and hope. And his performances…
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I have one bookshelf at my house devoted to books about writing. Several are by well-known, very successful writers. Others are by academic sorts who discuss the spiritual and philosophical..
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When I first started doing music full-time, as a 40+ year-old totally unknown guy-with-a-guitar, I said ‘yes’ to pretty much every gig opportunity that came my way. I played for all sorts of audiences…
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When I left law practice to become a vocational musician, one of the first things I did was write a mission statement. That sort of thing was in vogue at the time, mostly as a business practice…
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I’ve been wanting for a long time to try my hand at writing a novel. At 66, it seems a bit late in the game for that sort of thing. Which brings to mind a conversation I had with a dear friend….
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There is a local restaurant, Eddie Mae's, a meat-and-three sort of place about ten miles north of where I live. My dad ate there this morning with.…
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A couple of months ago, I was at a gathering in Pine Mountain, the small town just north of where I live. A neighbor and old friend, Gary Zuerner, was also there. He was wearing a brimmed hat about which I paid a compliment…
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Pay off. … Build the boxes. Cut the eight-foot posts (from cedar trees I find in the woods and stockpile) on which to mount the boxes. Dig holes. Situate the houses….
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Just told my folks goodbye as I leave for a weekend gathering in North Carolina. They tell me two things every time I leave, as they do everyday — EVERYDAY — when I’m home: that they love me…
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Writing letters. It's what I do most Sunday afternoons, sometimes to those who've written me but usually to the unsuspecting. i usually handwrite them. Not the kindest…
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Sometimes i walk. Particularly on Sundays. I go to church. Come home. Fix lunch and handwrite some letters. Read. Usually fall asleep; guilt free; the risk of reading…
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School started yesterday in Harris County. For the next 10 months I get to say "good morning" a couple hundred times or so every morning to kids arriving for class. Not…
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When I got a phone message comparing "Bucket List" to a Gladys Knight song, I knew I had reached a new plateau in my musical life. It has been such a delight, and thoroughly….
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A friend asked me recently what I enjoy about living where I do, in the middle of the woods in a sparsely populated community in middle Georgia. Here's one answer to that question…..
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