A memory from my first year in high school. There was this cute girl who wore a mini-skirt (which put a 15-year old boy in a world of hurt). She's was friendly, but always surrounded by guys who also liked mini-skirts, so I never got to know her.

One of many scars on a broken heart.

I think the inspiration was one of my many broken hearts.

The last few years every time I ride it seems someone has something to say about my leather jacket … so I wrote a song about it.

Anyone who has ever ridden a motorcycle can probably relate to this piece.

Just thinking about a girl I used to know.

True story about one of the best all around singer/songwriters I ever personally knew. He was invited to play in Nashville … then decided to move there … for some reason he just disappeared … all we heard were rumors.