My response to John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High." The first time I dropped my lowest string Was for Rocky Mountain High Last night I caught a flight To see the fire in the sky Where John found twenty-seven Now I'm turning thirty-five…

Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park, the opening melodies to this song found their way into my head... A song of hiking, love, and life... Won't you come with me on the trail?

The first recorded version of this song, this little folk song was originally written fifteen or so years ago with just the four chord rhythm guitar and single vocal. The song became what it is today when I needed to write additional verses for…

Another old song that got a little country twang when it became obvious that the horn section wouldn't be showing up on my doorstep any time soon. "You fools don't know what's going on inside her head"

Wrote it over a decade ago, rewrote it five years ago, recorded it last year with the help of little sis Karen. "I'm not supposed to be down south. Take me north."

"There are still some tribes that will forever hold You give a picture of your eyes, you give away your soul."

Sometimes the most profound statements come out of the mouths of babes.

To get ready for every baseball season, my father used to pitch tennis balls to me in the backyard. He had invented a pitch that defied the laws of physics. To this day, I have no idea how he threw it. The damn thing would spin like crazy like…

Written for my youngest when she was very little, almost everyone who's had a kid that just would rather not sleep can identify with this song. Originally, there was a line in there about "Staying up this late at night makes me consider drinking…

Some places (like Salisbury Beach in Massachusetts) are just sacred ground. "This tide rolls out and in my life."