Soul Is Greater Than the Hum of It's Parts
I did this CD in a quite incredible time - 1998. Let's see... my mom had just died, my son was diagnosed with a brain tumor... and my wife JoAnne was in a deep spiritual funk - long private story.. and my dad was lost at sea. It was a very rough time. This CD reflects a lot of that - me trying to encourage JoAnne to see that God, or The Creator, or The Quantum Wizard or whatever you want to call Him or Her... is immanent, and I was trying to deal with the impermancence of our brief blip on this planet... and wrapping it all up in a package that made sense to me. It was a very deep spiritual and emotional time for me so, don't expect this CD to be ANYTHING like Chasing Tumbleweed. It's just voices and guitar. Huge fun to do and my first step out after thirty some years of writing and recording songs. In spite of what I just said, this record has had a LOT of wonderful words said about it by some pretty honking folks. Go to my web site for the full skinny. It's pretty amazing how moved folks have been by what I abbreviate as 'The Hum'. I hope you are too! Check out my web site for more on these stories... plus music from my history, pix of all of it... and more than any one mortal could digest in one to twenty sittings. What follows is my autobiography that I'm sending out with packages with my new CD, Chasing Tumbleweed. Thanks for being here and taking the time to peruse my goods. Auto Bio In A Bottle I was born just ten minutes from the White House in what is now known as The Bullseye or Ground Zero. This was before cars had big fins and enormous engines, before there was such a thing as rock and roll, back when a computer big enough to write this biography would have needed a warehouse to hold it. I'm old and grey and full of nostalgia for all things revolutionary, moral and absurd. I love the days when music was important, when it carried the life blood of change, back before the bean counters and lawyers weasled their way into it's arteries like HIV at a love in. I weep to think of Fats Domino, Chuck Berry, The Flamingos. Yup! I'm one of those pre post modern souls who still quests for meaning in life. It ain't fashionable, my wise friends tell me. I've done so much music it makes my fingers itch to think about it. I've been through it all from the beginning of rock and roll - from playing in teen bands at age 13 (we're talking circa 1961) to producing the earliest rap in the undergrou.