Welcome to this site. Trust me . . . this is a VERY NEW EXPERIENCE.
I am a singer-songwriter from Boulder Colorado and I am promoting a just-released solo album titled “Running on Gravity.” I’ve been performing as a singer since I was seven, and have been writing songs since early adulthood. As co-songwriter with Bob Story for the Martian Acres Band, I shared in two John Lennon International Songwriting awards and a nationwide OurStage Songwriting Competition.
These new songs, however, spring from different places--and they go to different places--than any of the previous music.
We hear all the time that "our lives are lived in Chapters," and I think that's a pretty legitimate metaphor here. For simplicity's sake, I think three is a fair number.
I was originally trained as a reporter (hence the serious paragraphing, which creates the illusion of space on the page, and relaxation in the brain of the reader). Anyway, let me give you a hundred-yard reporter’s dash through Chapters One and Two (this way you’ll be sure to pass the test at the end):
CHAPTER ONE: (“let’s get this guy out of the neighborhood”). Blue- collar, inner-city upbringing; immigrant Irish-Catholic mother; Lutheran meat-cutter father; K through 8 with the Sisters of St. Joseph; 9 through 12 with the Jesuits (yes, moms ALWAYS do win that battle of religion). Start college. Rock and roll, and girls. Stop college. Join the Navy; four years of hunting soviet submarines. Then: the GI Bill; marriage then and baby carriage(s); married-student housing; college and law school.
Jesus, that's a lot of penance to pay for the "original sin" of rock and roll, isn't it?
Onward.
CHAPTER TWO: (“careers and stayin’ alive”). Trial attorney; prosecutor (everything from traffic to murder); four children; working wife; two gerbils; lots of dogs; criminal defense attorney (everything from traffic to murder); and aging parents.
"OK," said one of the Gods, "this guy's still doin' a half-assed but decent job of paying penance for his young discovery or rock and roll. I got an idea. Let's throw a really bizarre, life-threatening disease at him. Let's see what he 'discovers' outta that."
(At this point, please return to the painting which graces the new album cover, and which gazes down upon every page of this site. Now perhaps you can understand "that look" which was caught and wrought with such frightening honesty by Sharon Brown.
Chapter Three: (“Don’t sweat the small shit . . . and most of it is small shit”). Reclaimed my health. Reclaimed my marriage. Reclaimed my soul (whether or not it proves to be an immortal one).
And what did I 'discover' from the Gods? Why ROCK AND ROLL, of course.
This album, ladies and gentlemen, comes straight from the front lines of Chapter Three
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I am a singer-songwriter from Boulder Colorado and I am promoting a just-released solo album titled “Running on Gravity.” I’ve been performing as a singer since I was seven, and have been writing songs since early adulthood. As co-songwriter with Bob Story for the Martian Acres Band, I shared in two John Lennon International Songwriting awards and a nationwide OurStage Songwriting Competition.
These new songs, however, spring from different places--and they go to different places--than any of the previous music.
We hear all the time that "our lives are lived in Chapters," and I think that's a pretty legitimate metaphor here. For simplicity's sake, I think three is a fair number.
I was originally trained as a reporter (hence the serious paragraphing, which creates the illusion of space on the page, and relaxation in the brain of the reader). Anyway, let me give you a hundred-yard reporter’s dash through Chapters One and Two (this way you’ll be sure to pass the test at the end):
CHAPTER ONE: (“let’s get this guy out of the neighborhood”). Blue- collar, inner-city upbringing; immigrant Irish-Catholic mother; Lutheran meat-cutter father; K through 8 with the Sisters of St. Joseph; 9 through 12 with the Jesuits (yes, moms ALWAYS do win that battle of religion). Start college. Rock and roll, and girls. Stop college. Join the Navy; four years of hunting soviet submarines. Then: the GI Bill; marriage then and baby carriage(s); married-student housing; college and law school.
Jesus, that's a lot of penance to pay for the "original sin" of rock and roll, isn't it?
Onward.
CHAPTER TWO: (“careers and stayin’ alive”). Trial attorney; prosecutor (everything from traffic to murder); four children; working wife; two gerbils; lots of dogs; criminal defense attorney (everything from traffic to murder); and aging parents.
"OK," said one of the Gods, "this guy's still doin' a half-assed but decent job of paying penance for his young discovery or rock and roll. I got an idea. Let's throw a really bizarre, life-threatening disease at him. Let's see what he 'discovers' outta that."
(At this point, please return to the painting which graces the new album cover, and which gazes down upon every page of this site. Now perhaps you can understand "that look" which was caught and wrought with such frightening honesty by Sharon Brown.
Chapter Three: (“Don’t sweat the small shit . . . and most of it is small shit”). Reclaimed my health. Reclaimed my marriage. Reclaimed my soul (whether or not it proves to be an immortal one).
And what did I 'discover' from the Gods? Why ROCK AND ROLL, of course.
This album, ladies and gentlemen, comes straight from the front lines of Chapter Three
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