Stay where the songs are.
Stay where the songs are.
A bird doesn't sing because she has an answer.
She sings because she has a song.
A bird doesn't sing because she has an answer.
She sings because she has a song.
Growing up in the hills of Virginia, there is no memory that strays too far from a love of soil and song. We moved constantly but always in view of the blue mountains. My parents were musicians, both seemingly from some other time and from some other mountains. The question “When did you learn to sing and play?” has always struck me as odd as I do not remember a time without music. My Daddy was a carpenter and cowboy, and all that it implies. My Mama made things beautiful, usually with her song.
Music was both luxury and necessity to us all,
a constant thread weaving through and righting wrongs.
“A songbird does not sing because she has an answer, she sings because she has a song.” .” I am after nothing…no dollar amount and certainly not interested in fame, but I was born into song and that, in itself, is legacy enough for me.
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Born Into Song
Born Into Song
Growing up in the hills of Virginia, there is no memory that strays
too far from a love of soil and song. We moved constantly but always
in view of the Blueridge. My parents were musicians, both
seemingly from some other time and from some other mountains.
The question “When did you learn to sing and play?” has always
struck me as odd as I do not remember a time without music.
My Daddy was a carpenter and cowboy and all that it implies.
My Mama made things beautiful, usually with her song.
Music was both luxury and necessity to us all,
a constant thread weaving through and righting wrongs.
I am after nothing and certainly not interested in fame,
but I was born into song and that, in itself, is legacy enough for me.
The Summer
Kitchen Sessions
The Summer
Kitchen Sessions
Enjoying the haunting acoustics of
the Huntland Kennels Kitchen.
The Ghosts of Mississippi
by The Steeldrivers
The Ghosts of Mississippi
by The Steeldrivers
Time of the Preacher
by Willie Nelson
Time of the Preacher
by Willie Nelson
For my Daddy
The Kitchen Sessions
The Kitchen Sessions
Orphan Girl
by Gillian Welch
Orphan Girl
by Gillian Welch
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You Are My Sunshine
You Are My Sunshine
On Stage
On Stage
On Stage
On Stage
Sideways
by Citizen Cope
Sideways
by Citizen Cope
Playing here with my dear friend and mentor Patrick Callahan in honor of his son, Sgt. Sean T. Callahan at Drum N'Strum in Warrenton, Virginia. So many emotions on that stage.
Peacemaker
by The Steeldrivers
Peacemaker
by The Steeldrivers
Matt Metz joined me this evening also at
Drum N' Strum in Warrenton. Apologies for the blurry image...just close your eyes and turn up the noise.