The Shot. The Push. The Shove.

About

Recorded in 3 days in the apartment I used to share with Sean, I took the songs left from the ashes of my band Starline Drive, and all of the instruments I could play and cut this record. With no team and no band, I played all of the parts, and did all of the packaging and design.  Carefully arranged acoustic music, laid-back with a groove and a mission. I call it Appalachian Soul. When I moved to Nashville in 2011, I brought this EP. I wrote all of the songs, I played all of the parts. Now, I am preparing to release my debut full-length record, "Blame The Miles Between," but I need your help to get it ready. I'm doing a Kickstarter campaign to raise $5,000 toward the release of this record. The link is below, and I hope you will check it out and consider joining me in sharing this record.

Track Listing
  • I Won't Worry

    Roll the windows down,
    I want to hear the groan of the wind
    blowing through the trees.

    Can you hear the sound?
    April songs of summer dreams
    escaping with the green.

    But, if we can catch the fading color
    falling from the trees
    turning the leaves to brown,
    we'll keep it warm between our hands
    and give it time to grow,
    and those January nights
    won't seem so dark.

    And I won't worry
    I won't worry
    I won't worry 'bout the change,
    'cause there's no hurry,
    baby don't you worry,
    we can take our time;
    we can take it slow.

    Winter nights when the wind howls
    through bare and snowy branches
    and the moon lights up the frost
    on the window pane,

    we can follow that color of fall in love,
    sowing our dreams in the wintertime:
    just put your hand to mine.

    Palm to palm we shape the leaves
    and the roots form beneath
    of our fingers intertwined
    where two branches will lead
    to two pairs of prayerful leaves
    and the whisper in the spring,
    if you listen...

    by the summer says...

    I won't worry
    I won't worry
    I won't worry 'bout the change,
    'cause there's no hurry,
    baby don't you worry,
    we can take our time;
    we can take it slow.
     

  • By The Hour

    It came to me without warning
    as dreams will often do
    left me blindly here a standing
    now I haven’t got a clue
    what to do
    without you

    you were leaning on the doorframe
    I was sitting on the bed
    and I turned around,
    afraid you would walk away
    and this is what you said
    it wrecked my head
    I can’t forget

    We should have written letters by the hour

    I never meant to do you harm
    but I was so, I was so, I was so naive
    I couldn’t believe the thought
    that you might want me, too
    now I finally see
    the truth of what 
    you said to me
     

  • The Shot. The Push. The Shove.

    There’s no song that can soothe me
    no words that I can find
    that can bring me peace
    in the midst of a broken heart

    No one could really know
    the way you’ve burdened me so
    there’s no use in trying 
    to bring it up again

    These are the last words I want you to hear
    barely loud enough to make it to your ear
    “…am in…with…"

    I spent many dark nights
    with an arrow by my side
    trying to draw my bow
    to pierce your heart

    but the harder I tried
    the more elusive I would find
    you were always moving 
    farther out of range

    These are the last words I want you to hear
    barely loud enough to make it to your ear
    “…am in…with…"

    In this battle of love
    I’ve been the shot, the push, the shove
    you were always retreating
    I swore I wouldn’t give up hope
    until I gave it all I had
    penned my heart behind your walls
    til I surrendered

    These are the last words I want you to hear
    barely loud enough to make it to your ear
    “…am in…with…"

  • Sing Something Beautiful

    I guess I misunderstood your invitation.
    I guess I saw what I wanted to see.
    I guess I was a fool to see you that way.
    I guess I dream too easily.

    Thought I was seeing signs in the day to day:
    the Almighty trailing breadcrumbs
    just to lead my thoughts to you.
    Well, I need no reminders
    to keep you in my dreams –
    It's my daily prayer
    oh, to see you there.

    I'm not gonna ask you to explain a thing to me
    I don't wanna hear your reasoning.
    Though I would love just to hold you in my arms,
    all I want you to do

    Is sing something beautiful

    There are just some things that are unforgettable:
    a kiss that can build a dream
    like an unchained melody.
    I'm in a ring of fire
    and I just won't let it be:
    like a rolling stone, may you never be alone.

    Your lips speak poetry to the air you breathe
    Your voice always carries a melody.
    Though I would love to know
    what your lips feel like on mine,
    all I want them to do

    Is sing something beautiful

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Blame The Miles Between

About

The fear of rejection can keep you from living. The dangers of idealism can keep you from beginning. There is such a vast distance between each of us that can only be closed by overcoming the difficulties within and outside of ourselves. What could compel us to do what is difficult? Only love can do that.  "Blame The Miles Between" is a journal of my struggle to love set to the sounds of soulful rock 'n roll. A struggle to overcome rejection and dangerous idealism. A journey to find a relationship where we choose to love each other day after day, year after year. To do what is difficult. It is the culmination of two years of production, five years of songwriting, over a decade of DIY music, and the fruit of life examined. Recorded in my home studio, mixed by Evan Redwine at The Wine Box, and mastered by Kim Rosen at Knack Mastering. "Blame The Miles Between" features performances by Matt Scibilia (Cory Chisel, Marc Scibilia), Adam Meisterhans (Rozwell Kid, J.P. Harris, The Demon Beat), Jesse Thompson, Abigail Dempsey, and Hannah Lusk (Forlorn Strangers), and artists Zach Vinson and Charlie Murphey (Commitment Bells). This release was funded by my generous backers on Kickstarter in March of 2016.

Track Listing
  • Who Stole The Light?

    Who stole the light from your eyes, my child? 
    Where comes this sadness in your quiet hour? 
    I see your lashes fall, I hear your sighs. 
    Tell me who has made you cry. 

    How can I speak of the churning inside? 
    What tongue can tell without telling lies? 
    My soul is restless, my hands are on fire 
    since she stole the stars from my eyes. 
    Yes, she stole the stars from my eyes. 

    Does she appear to scrape the sky, my child: 
    the heavens gathered up like fireflies. 
    She is no goddess. She has no power 
    over you. 
    She's just a passing cloud in the night. 

    I see the truth, but I feel the sorrow. 
    Speak no more 
    until the morrow comes. 

    We will come through.

  • Companion

    You get tired when you travel alone, 
    so you find someone who can share your load 
    and you hope to God that you found a companion. 

    Well, the time you spend together will show 
    if it's gonna ease or increase your load; 
    if the laughter outweighs the sorrow. 

    Where are you headed? 
    Where do you think you're gonna go? 
    Can we get there together, 
    and how are we supposed to know? 

    Is it mystical or fate, 
    or a decision that you make? 
    What makes this love the one 
    for the rest of your life? 
    If you need someone to say 
    or a sign to show the way 
    you might be traveling alone for a long, long while. 

    Oh, so let me ride down your road 
    and shoulder up underneath of your load 
    I've been praying to God to let me be your companion. 

    'Cause the time I've spent with you has shown 
    that I can depend on you to hold me up. 
    You lift me up when I'm feeling low, 
    and our laughter fills me up inside. 
    You're my cherry wine. 

    Don't know where I'm headed, 
    but I think I know which way to go. 
    I've made up my mind, I want you by my side. 

    Is it mystical or fate, 
    or a decision that you make? 
    What makes this love the one 
    for the rest of your life? 
    If you need someone to say 
    or a sign to show the way 
    you might be traveling alone for a long, long while. 

    So, let me ride down your road 
    when you get tired of traveling alone.

  • Cut and File

    I spent a while 
    trying to cut and file 
    myself into something you'd want to see, 
    but all that ever did was make me bleed: 
    and calloused underneath. 

    Don't you do me wrong. 
    Don't you string my heart a long. 
    Won't you do, do right, 
    right by me. 

    Well, I got wise 
    to all those lies 
    that always made me feel so incomplete. 
    I found out just what I need: 
    someone who can build on what I bring. 

    No, she don't do me wrong. 
    She don't string my heart along, 
    no, she do, do right 
    right by me. 

    Don't you do me wrong. 
    Don't you string my heart a long. 
    Won't you do, do right, 
    right by me.

  • Double Crossed

    I have never seen the face of a word on a page, 
    I've never held the hand of a glowing screen. 
    But, I have fallen in love over and over again 
    with words I've read from people I never see. 

    "The distance," said a friend of mine, "is really what you love, 
    and knowing it won't work out is what you need." 
    That I'm afraid to face the day to day 
    with someone who's not far enough away 
    to blame the miles between. 

    But, I've been blinded 
    I've been double-crossed. 
    I've been hardened 
    by the hurt. 

    How far away is the nearest broken heart 
    that might align with the way that mine's been fractured? 
    I'll start with my voice and spare the written word 
    before my life becomes a silent film 
    and I the only actor. 

    I've been blinded 
    I've been double-crossed. 
    I've been hardened 
    by the hurt.

  • Did You Make The Most?

    Some live high and some just try
    to make it out alive
    I just tried to get it right

    The time you waste playing it safe
    becomes a memory,
    and it’s as painful as can be.

    Did you make the most?
    Did you make the most of it, honey?
    Or did you give it up for free.

    Did you make the most?
    Did you make the most of it, honey?
    ‘Cause once it’s gone it will never be
    that way again.

    I’ve been looking back on me
    in such a curious way.
    Why did I leave so many things undone?
    Many’s the chance I did not take
    afraid it might be some mistake.
    Now, those chances no longer come.

    Did you make the most?
    Did you make the most of it, honey?
    Or did you give it up for free.

    Did you make the most?
    Did you make the most of it, honey?
    ‘Cause once it’s gone it will never be
    that way again.

    You feel it now or you feel it then,
    there’s no way to go back again
    and do or undo what was or wasn’t done.

    "You can stay safe by staying free,"
    Lord knows I tried it and come to believe
    wisdom only comes on the heels of suffering.

  • Summer Grass

    Shades of green 
    hues of violet 
    frame the banks 
    of a wooden streamlet 
    an architects' parade 
    of sun-dappled shade 

    beneath a coat of swinging arms 

    Summer grass 
    lines the pathway 
    wild wheat, flowing gently 
    stirred by a breeze 
    your hand glides with ease 

    through an ocean of flaxen grain 

    Kaleidoscope 
    at sunset 
    violets 
    form a carpet 
    even tulips blush 
    when our two lips touch 

    before a crested Monet sky 

    Side by side 
    in a hammock 
    my right arm 
    beneath your neck 
    you close your eyes 
    mine open wide 

    beneath a canopy of stars

  • Half Hearted Lover

    You had me 
    but you didn't want me 
    you just wanted to keep me 
    from loving anybody else 

    The look on your face said everything 
    so I said nothing at all. 
    There was a time you swore you'd be mine, 
    now we don't even talk. 

    And you can't lie, can't look behind. 
    Now you've blown your cover. 

    You had me 
    but you didn't want me 
    you just wanted to keep me 
    from loving anybody else 

    So, I won't 
    keep living with the false hope 
    that I'll ever see your heart show. 
    Half-hearted lover. 

    So, I'll take anybody else 
    I'll take anybody else 
    I'll take anybody else. 
    Half-hearted lover 

    The time that I wait for the silence to break 
    I could be halfway to Harlem, 
    or taking a plane to learn the name 
    of a girl who lives in L.A. 

    And I won't lie, won't look behind. 
    There's nothing to keep under cover. 

    You had me 
    but you didn't want me 
    you just wanted to keep me 
    from loving anybody else 

    So, I won't 
    keep living with the false hope 
    that I'll ever see your heart show. 
    Half-hearted lover. 

    So, I'll take anybody else 
    I'll take anybody else 
    I'll take anybody else. 
    Half-hearted lover

  • O! Serenity

    Tell me of that secret place 
    you carry deep inside; 
    when your cares are pressing hard 
    and you need a little peace of mind 
    –tell me where you hide. 

    Is it a refuge made of stone 
    on a mountain high, 
    or a cabin in the woods 
    of your heart and mind 
    that no one else can enter or can find. 

    That secret place 
    is where I want to go. 
    Lead me there, or else leave me alone. 
    O! Serenity. 

    With a look of quiet ease 
    resting on your face, 
    you take your troubles one by one, 
    you take them down to the riverside 
    and there you mill them fine. 

    That secret place 
    is where I want to go. 
    Lead me there, or else leave me alone. 
    O! Serenity. 

    While others drift like autumn leaves, 
    aimless on the breeze, 
    easy as a falling stone 
    finds the bottom of the stream 
    you find whatever you seek.

  • Sunshine and Rain

    Sunshine and rain.
    Pleasure and pain.
    How can it be?
    How can it be?

    You caught me at a good time:
    just when my dreams were coming true.
    So, excuse me if I seem a little dazed
    and rightly confused.

    'Cause there's pain under the pleasure
    and pleasure under the pain
    like sunshine and rain
    on a sun-cloudy day
    I can't get used to the two
    and I'm trying to believe what's true.

    See, most of my life
    I've had to struggle
    just to be seen by someone like you.

    But, I called your name
    and you answered right away.
    See, now I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
    My mind's telling me it can't be true.
    I know what I'm feeling
    might be deceiving
    still I want to believe that it's you.

    But there's pain under the pleasure
    and pleasure under the pain
    like sunshine and rain
    on a sun-cloudy day
    I can't get used to the two
    and I'm trying to perceive what's true.

    And there's pain under the pleasure
    and pleasure under the pain
    like sunshine and rain
    on a sun-cloudy day
    it's neither good, no no
    nor bad.

    It's just true.

    Sunshine and rain.
    Pleasure and pain.
    How can it be?

  • Cold World

    I left work about six o'clock
    drove to the café down the street.
    Jumped in line and struggled with the crowd
    just trying to get a seat.

    Well, the waiter took my order down
    and when I cracked a joke 
    he didn't even smile.
    So, I ate by myself
    and realized after a while.

    It's a cold world without you, girl.
    Places I go, people I know:
    they all change from red to blue.
    It's a cold world without you.

    So, I paid the check and put on my coat
    stepped outside and it dropped fifteen degrees.
    The car was cold when I got in
    so, I shivered down and turned up the heat.

    But, by the time that I got home, you know
    that needle barely moved above "C"
    So, with fingers locked and frozen
    I was fumbling in the dark for my house key
    when it came to me.

    It's a cold world without you, girl.
    Places I go, people I know:
    they all change from red to blue.
    It's a cold world without you.

    It's your face at the end of the day;
    It's your warm hand in mine
    that keeps me from turning old
    and turning cold
    as the months and years blow by.

    It's a cold world without you, girl.
    Places I go, people I know:
    they all change from red to blue.
    It's a cold world without you.
    It's a cold world without you.
    It's a cold world without you.

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Our Lives at Stake

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When tragedy strikes, priorities change. This song just tumbled out the week of the Philando Castile and Dallas Police shootings in July. It's not on my record and by all recommendations I shouldn't be releasing it right now, but our country needs healing, and this song is part of my attempt to begin that process in my own heart. I wrote, played, and recorded all words and music in my home studio in Nashville during July-August 2016. Harmony by Carl Anderson. Mastered by Kim Rosen at Knack Mastering. 

Track Listing
  • Our Lives at Stake

    What in the world is going on in my country?
    Why do we have to be on different sides?
    We all want the same world for our children;
    we all want to live happy lives.

    Looking out at the world
    through such a limited point of view
    such as the one you'd see
    on your television news,

    you'd be scared of your neighbor
    and they would be scared, too
    –always ready to fight anybody
    who looks different than you

    We've been through this before,
    the world at war:
    from your own front lawn to the capitol floor
    You can legislate change
    but our hearts stay the same.
    How many lives must we lose
    before we belive
    that it's our lives at stake?

    We've waited so long
    for the world to change,
    rallied around politicians
    who have made it their campaign,

    but who we put in The White House
    don't make a difference at my house
    if my neighbors and I choose
    an eye for an eye over peace

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"Aren't you gonna play a song?" I was 8 years old and standing in the middle of a third grade classroom, dressed in white with my dad's guitar slung around my neck and no idea how to play it. That year I had become obsessed with the entry for Rock and Roll in the encyclopedia program on our family computer. There were a few 20 second song samples and I made lists to figure out in what order I liked to hear them best. There were songs from Soundgarden and David Bowie, Elvis Costello and Little Richard. But my favorite, and the reason I was standing in that classroom with a fake mustache cut in two and pasted to my cheeks was Elvis Presley. I knew no greater feeling and no more transcendent freedom than when I heard the magic in the opening bars of 'Heartbreak Hotel’. So, when we had a wax museum day at school where any kid who wanted to could dress up as their hero, I knew exactly who I wanted to be.

After the release of my 2016 record 'Blame the Miles Between’, and its story of overcoming rejection and the risks of idealism, I needed a change of pace. I wanted to push past the confines of folk rock and explore the whole spectrum of American music. “You’re The One” captures the sense of freedom and release on that first warm spring day when you roll the windows down, put your hand out, and let it ride the wind. A day when you feel you’re one step closer to becoming exactly who you want to be.