It’s weird to be old enough to see perceptions change. Some things are judged more harshly than they used to be, and other things that used to be totally unacceptable are now permissible. I believe some of these changes have been for the better, and I also believe some of them were spawned straight from… Read More


I’m not exactly sure how to say this, so I’ll just say it: I’ve seen Jars of Clay in concert four times, and one of those times they were jerks. I expect artists to have off-nights every now and then, but on this particular evening they came across as arrogant, snarky, and kind of bored… Read More


“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too… Read More


The gentleman you see in the picture there is Mr. Dan Knowles, luthier of stringed instruments, picker of banjos, and, in this instance, re-stringer of 12-string acoustic guitars. The guitar in the picture is mine, a 12-string Alvarez of unknown year. I acquired it in a trade involving an Oscar Schmidt acoustic 12-string, a Yamaha… Read More


One day, when I’m not so doggone tired, I’m going to devote some time here to Bill Mallonee, the extremely talented singer/songwriter from Athens, Georgia, who nearly single-handedly redirected my musical tastes with an album called Blister Soul, which was recorded under the moniker Vigilantes of Love. Today, however, is not that day, as I’ve… Read More