Music

If this is the first time you’ve heard this recording, I can guarantee you it won’t be your last. Read more.

Despite the recent neighborhood tragedy, it was a beautiful summer evening. I grabbed my wallet, strapped my acoustic to my back, and headed for Bishop. Full shades and no eye… Read more.

Both my Les Paul and my Hummingbird are Epiphone. They spoke to me and were priced fairly. When I play open mic’s and such, why do the Gibson players feel… Read more.

I’ve lived in Oak Cliff, Texas for seven years. If you’re not from here, it’s on the other side of the Trinity River from downtown Dallas. For decades, that river… Read more.

It appears to be a beautiful Dallas Saturday, and I had another guitar breakthrough. These small joys are worth the practice. I recommend that all gen x’ers suffering through middle-age… Read more.

For a couple of years now, I’ve been writing songs about everything but my wife. She’s not like any girl I’ve ever been in a relationship with, and none of… Read more.

I’ve fought this song for nearly a year now. I’ve played it folk, I’ve played it country, and I’ve played it punk. I may have “glam-metal’d” it at one time… Read more.

This isn’t a song making fun of women. This is a song calling out perverted men on the internet who keep the skin-trade alive and well in America. Lyrics and… Read more.

I’ve dilly-dallied long enough. Update: An 18 year old chick in a ballet dress sang some Jesus songs like Alanis Morissette. Sent me reeling. I don’t go to music venues… Read more.

Some of the best advice I ever received was from old men in porch swings. Who am I to squash that tradition? Preach to the universe; wish them the best.… Read more.

Open Mic is out of the question today. You go on without me. Read more.