I was raised in a blue-collar household. my father was a lineman for our small city, and my mother, a home-maker and visual artist. I was taught it's best to keep things simple and I adhere to my father's saying that "empty barrels make the most noise." pretty much says it all. I apply the saying to songwriting as well. honest, heartfelt, and vulnerable songs are what speak to us. the language of pain and anguish, love and light, and each other's truth. I'm putting in the hours and can only hope i'm earning my place and the right to call myself an artist.
speaking of artists, i'm fortunate to have recently met and worked with drummer, marco giovino. his playing is otherworldly, not to mention what a gentleman and good soul he is. I met Marco through producer and fine fella, Brian Brinkerhoff when I went in to record a few original songs with them for the Need to Know label, a 7" vinyl recording project that I'm looking forward to releasing soon. Recently, Marco introduced me to a cast of some of the most talented musicians in the country. It was such a blast and a pleasure to play menotomy grill last month, a very cool spot in arlington, ma. i got to do so with marco, duke levine, sonny barbato, and jesse williams. it was an unforgettable night of making music and i couldn't be more thankful.
May started out with a new album release and show in oxford, nY. The drive along the back roads of routes 8 and 20 are a reminder as to why i would never want to leave new england's rolling hills and rivers, dairy farms, and quiet corners. the sinewy landscape we yankees love to cultivate. oxford is one of those quiet, dreamy spots in upstate nY. I played a show at 6 On the square, a quaint music venue right in the center of town. the folks there are kind and were eager to put me and guitarist, ian, at ease as soon as we arrived. the show was a good time and i'd like to think the songs did their work.
our house hosts, mary el and dave couldn't have been more courteous. i immediately fell in love with their 12-year-old labradoodle, mattie. some of the folks from the show gathered at the house post-performance. I was treated to a slice of new friend Jim's homemade blueberry pie and he actually cut out and displayed some of the most beautiful snowflake designs I've ever seen. he made several cut-outs, one with guitars cut into the center.
It has become a habit waking at dawn. doesn't matter where i am, i wake before most birds and always with that restless time for leaving tug. I cherish the almost abandoned roads in the early morning hours. there is nothing that comes close to that solitary moment of grace when one's soul gets to greet the sun on its way up over the horizon.
And I got to tune into WEXT radio, a hip station out of troy, nY. Thanks to the folks and listeners at the station, the new album is included in their current playlists. I'm in incredible company. Listening to the Acoustic Saturday sunrise was the perfect accompaniment to the passing of forsythia and cherry blossoms, delapidated sheds, grazing cows and rustic barns en route home.
Looking forward to a couple of southern runs over the next couple of months. stay tuned ...