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—Feels So (snippet)

To be recorded this weekend for realsies.

Show tomorrow

Click the above headline to see where I’m playing with Mr. Nat Cassidy tomorrow night at 9. Be there and earn bragging rights.

My Crooked Heart

(mp3 posted earlier…here are the words)

I’m never gonna straighten out
my crooked heart
my crooked heart

but there it hangs upon the wall
a crooked nail
to hold it up

I hope it stops falling hard for hearts so inclined to cheat me blind
But down it falls upon the floor
with every knock
upon my door

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—My Crooked Heart (demo)

A one-guitar, rough acoustic demo of a new song, 3.5 years in the making.

Two shows

Both at Roots Cafe in Brooklyn.

Friday, February 25th (w/Nat Cassidy)
Wednesday, March 23rd (solo show)

Roots

new year…

…writing new songs at a rapid pace…up to about 50 or so that are ready to go…recording this spring…brand new logo above by Tom Fong…and the year is off to a good start.

Wrong Finger

They were standing there in witness
of the ceremony
a photo op of the whole damned lot
beneath a maple tree
odd one out on the groomsman’s side
has a secret sworn to keep
(and you will never get it out of her
but it ain’t no thing to-)

Let me tell the story!

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—No

Well, lookee here…a new song. This is the first new one I’ve written in many moons.

It’s worth noting that this is a rough, bare-bones demo I threw together to figure out things like arrangement, harmonies, etc. The actual finished song will be fuller, more rockin, tighter and probably not acoustic. Demos like this help me decide that stuff.

From my head to this paper to my devices to your ears. With a little luck.

From my head to this paper to my devices to your ears. With a little luck.

for must you slay demons, you must spill some blood

Tightened up some lyrics for a new one tonight
remembering that telling the truth usually doesn’t make you any friends
on the heels of that, reminding myself that, if I don’t tell the truth
I shouldn’t bother writing songs in the first place.