I don't see myself in shiny mirrors I don't see myself in sunny skies And I won't see myself Until I see myself again in Peggy's Eyes. Once upon a time there was a reason for the rhyme There was some silver in the dime . I remember And…

A song I wrote with Lisa Aschmann.

A song I wrote with Lisa Aschmann in 1007. There's a hickory handle factory in Sequatchie, Tennessee. Dad and I did a tour a few years ago. HICKORY STIX Video - https://www.facebook.com/100001011201926/videos/1285714588695761/ Dm Am…

I was on location for The Stone Raft in Spain and feeling pretty lonely. June of 2000. I was the only person on cast or crew that spoke only English. I was left out of most conversations because the crew and cast were all multilingual Europeans…

Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.

Growing up is hard. For everyone. I once had a Facebook Friend named Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick. A poet, from Midland, Texas, doing advanced studies at Sarah Lawrence. She was so good she could write a hundred pages about how she couldn…

Sequoia Memories...Capo @ 5 C Off the coast of California Where the dolphins ride the waves We stood and watched them from the cliffs above Until the sunlight went away Then we slept in ancient shadows Underneath the redwood trees…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

This song is just what it is and says what it says. It's where I am and where my hopes lie. It all just happens to fit into a song... WHEN PEGGY COMES HOME - G When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away The floor will be swept…

My motto is INWARD THRU THE FOG. One day about a month ago, Laura 'Taylor' Whitfield told me I should, "write that song." Thinking back on a fog-bound night in California, I wrote it. Norman Pilcher, a friend from Texas, and I were headed north…