This picture says more than I can about me and music.
About thirty years ago that Polaroid slipped out of its plastic slot and my smiling face appeared on it. While I can say that my skills and instruments have improved, I can’t say that my hairstyle and footy wardrobe have.
That face looks less like mine these days and more like my daughter’s. Though, seeing it elicits the same response in me: love for life at its purest and most hopeful, and gratitude for the way music can remind me of that purity and hope.
In many ways I’m not that boy any more, but when I’m at my best I’m trying to retain all that’s good in his smile.
So I still play music and write songs, and I’m always trying to get better. I’ve never had an easy time identifying the genera of my music or the types of songs I write. I’ll let the music speak for itself where that’s concerned.
I spent much of my teens and twenties absorbed in the music of Bright Eyes, Simon and Garfunkel, Sigur Ros, Radiohead, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Modest Mouse, Cursive, Miles Davis, The Weakerthans, The Eels, Anathallo, Damien Rice, The Dresden Dolls, Nick Drake, Louis Armstrong, Tom Waits, Iron & Wine, and others.
While I still hold all of that music dear, these days you’ll often find me listening to artists like Gillian Welch, Josh Ritter, Bill Frisell, Damien Jurado, Father John Misty, Helado Negro, Jeff Tweedy, Leonard Cohen, Randy Newman, Sam Amidon, The Milk Carton Kids, Jeremy Messersmith, Bon Iver, John Prine, and Towns Van Zandt.
My music can’t help but find inspiration in all these different sources, but I simply make the music I can make with the tools I have around me. My goal is just to write better songs, and make better sounds. I am painfully aware of how much great music is being made these days, so I just thank you for taking the time to listen to what I put out.