So those of us who are cursed with the songwriting thing write for many reasons. First because it is a curse and as such one doesn’t have a choice. We cope and exorcise the jumble of words and the incessant sound tracks in our heads the best we can. So we write about everything… People, places, likes, dislikes, drinking, hell people write about fricking pickup trucks. The prevalent theme is LOVE. Love lost, found, first love, remembered love, love sickness, love hatred .
If you are lucky you will find a muse to inspire your ditties and those of us that still feel our hearts pound at the sight of our girl (or guy) have a definite advantage over those who try to remember what that felt like.

I am lucky to have a muse who still rocks my boat and 90% of what you hear me play on stage is a direct reaction to how she makes me feel.

My muse is strong and brave and beautiful. She gives me strength through her strength and she gives me music and a reason to write everyday.

My Naluh is winning a drag down rumble with breast cancer. She is the one that has to face this thing and I am walking this road with her humbly doing what I can to help. The guitar keeps the house from being quiet, new music is being generated and will soon be shared. My biggest job is to follow and, if need be, carry my Muse a little bit when things get hard.

Things have been slow but they are moving and we will be back in 2010 with a bang.