My songs of rivers and travel,
protest and trains
My very first childhood memory (apart from hiding behind Mom’s chair when the flying monkeys arrived) is walking alone down a street when I was 5 years old, making up a song. I sang it as loud as possible all the way home. After that, they couldn’t get me to shut up. Every afternoon, Mom would have lunch on the table as I walked in the door. She could hear me coming.
Well, I grew up, and made myself a 20 career singing other people's songs. And now, all these years later, it's good be back singing my own tunes.
Someone described my songs as Leonard Cohen meets Warren Zevon meets John Prine. Personally, I dream there’s also a tiny dash of Dolly and Hank, Sinatra and Sammy, Weill and Brecht and Ira and George.