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Once all the dust settles, I get thinking. Then I get writing. This is my no-holds-barred space to give it to you straight. I’m grateful to have you stop by to read the blog ‘cause I’ve gotten into documenting. Whatever it may be, you’ll find it here. All about my projects and collaborations, the stories I hear, the struggles we all face. Life is a lesson in everything. I’ll say hi from the road while I’m on tour too and I’d love hear from you, too.

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“Pretty Good Guy”

A smooth talking devil of the nightlife, an early morning coffeecup in hand, he'll exercise his freedom of expression and won't back down once he takes his stand As you've probably picked up by this point, I have a concept record on my hands. How it came together and...

“Realms American Dates and New Website”

The cat is out of the bag and we're going to chase it across America for a bit. Holy smokes, I've never sat and planned like this...maybe ever. Not to build anything up through my own shameless account at the risk of something falling short, but I'm definitely excited...

43. Tyler Childers and The Food Stamps

"You lucky son of a bitch, I'd kill to see Tyler Childers again for the first time." I move back to my previous position between Thomas and Stanley. It's been occupied by a man, dark-skinned and twice my size, handler of yet another flavour of the ever-flowing local...

42. Wook Out America

Where the barks and bellows for Angela Perley and The Howlin' Moons end in round vowels, The Wooks have the crowd stretching hard 'Es' through yips and yaps. What seems a much more regional tone to appreciation. If there's been a doubling of filled mason jars, there's...

41. Angela Perley & the Howlin’ Moons

Where dusk would be an hour away outside the holler, the sun drops for a shadow cast. It's remnants falling behind the mountain top give the festival vibe no transitional period. Where Angela Perley and The Howlin' Moons would be a band at dusk in any other geography,...

40. The Equestrian Ouroboros

The Jenkins Twins summon a roar from the crowd with a lyric; "Nashville...I can't trust a word you say." The epicentre of aspiration fraud lies 245 miles due southwest, close enough for a quick-fix yet easier avoided. However, there's no denying the symbiotic...

39. The Hospitality of Byron Roberts

Tents line the holler. Artisans hawking goods. A stereotype that one would expect in the Kentucky hills is overshadowed by tone of the metaphysical. Crystals, smudges, pendulums, and skulls are prevalent on multiple displays. Quartz, found in The Columbia Mine in...

38. The Horse Traders

It's Kentucky fashion to complete a hello with a 'y'all' and as my East Nashvillian roommates have been making sincere efforts to incorporate 'eh'  into their dialect, I've been reciprocating by honouring local slang as well. It's a thin line between acceptance and...

37. Through the Hills to Kickin’ It On The Creek

I jotted quick directions down as Kelli gave them but succumbed to her information of the green dots. A homemade brown plywood guitar scribed "Kickin It On The Creek" sits on highway 89 headed south into the hills. My first landmark. The drive is pretty, it goes from...

36. Wandering into the Unknown

Obama loves bees. In June of 2014, the United States government established a Pollinator Health Task Force as a response to the rapidly declining numbers in honey bees and other pollinators. As an immediate threat to the agricultural economy, sustainability of food...

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