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As one gets older, the
inevitable disqualification of being relevant to the youth
becomes evident. Roughly sometime in 1997 or early 1998
I cut my hair. That was a tough decision for me after
wearing it long for so so many years, however...music had gone
thru many changes and where at one time long hair was a near
necessary affirmation of one's being a musician, it was now
simply a sign of your belonging to a bygone era.
Mounting difficult times in
my own life, and identifying with a lot of pain in the world
just more or less naturally gravitated me toward the blues and
folk music. Yet not so much a down and out thing, as a
weariness with every false idea of what promises to find
happiness, love, and truth. As my music grew...so did my
desire for a deeper connection to ideas. I long
surrendered any notion to becoming "known" with my
music and realized my greatest asset was not owing up to some
bigger than life persona. This gave me a great sense of
freedom to experiment musically, and with some cleverness of
structuring the written and sung word seek more to cause
people to reflect, contemplate...egads already, perhaps even
think!
This would preclude that
the coffeehouse atmosphere would become more and more the
place where I would become comfortable. People attending
closer in age, (but not always), having some sense that life
ought to have meaning. Coming not only to be
entertained but with expectations to be challenged and
possibly inspired.
My songs are yet about
hope, faith...a yearning for truth. About paradoxes and
strange ironies, and still the occasion to laugh and to smile.
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