Just A Thank You Is

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

When I Was 18 Years Old, I Went On The Road With My Dad After I Graduated From High School. And We Were Riding On The Tour Bus One Day, Kind Of Rolling Through The South, And He Mentioned A Song. We Started Talking About Songs, And He Mentioned One, And I Said I Don't Know That One. And He Mentioned Another. I Said I Don't Know That One Either, Dad, And He Became Very Alarmed That I Didn't Know What He Considered My Own Musical Genealogy.

It Was Never Too Late To Undo Who You Had Become.

I Needed To Carve Out My Own Place And Find Out What I Was Going To Do

More And More, I See Myself As A Folk Musician, And Someone Who Values Context.