"Want to write a shout-out to Jimmy Six-Pence or Vic Swankly and let some of that off your chest for awhile? Don't think about it, just trust yourself to find it: it's your damn song, who's going to know if you messed it up. Drive on, Soldier…

"This song is real. I had this nagging sense that I needed to write a song about it and I kept dragging my feet. It came out at the end of the first recording session, lyrics only. Very painful and very powerful to write: it was a cosmic moment…

"Remember that song you wrote about 25 different summer nights in Chico? Tin Pan Alley it and make sure you throw some Smiths references in there. You always loved Morrissey. You thought to call it 'Red Cups in the Kitchen' way before that Koby…

This was an entirely improvised tune. The story kind of tells itself. Red wine and marijuana on the roof of the Hotel Vitale can lead to events that are no bueno. Blacking out behind the wheel is no bueno. Ingesting marijuana unknowingly in a…

A true story from a rough week. The window into the soul of a man really does run through the contents of his stomach.

If you ever drive on Interstate 5 in California, between Sacramento and WIlliams, you will drive by both Arbuckle and College City. This is their song.

Whenever I am at a loss for words and I'm just not sure what to say, I think about how control is an illusion and I say "Ya-ta-hey."

I grew up in Redding, California. That part of Northern California is more like Alabama than it is San Francisco. Hence, it could be called "Calibama."