I’m the old guy, the one who ditched any thought of a music career thirty years ago to be a lawyer. And my family thanks me now… I think. Most days, I do too. I’ve spent three decades helping injured and disabled people get settlements and disability benefits. It’s good work and I’m thankful that I can do it well.
But you know, I started writing songs in my early twenties and have never stopped. I don’t know why or how, it’s just what I do. Like being alive. These songs just weave around in the air over my head and sometimes I get the butterfly net out and catch one. Mostly it’s catch and release, but some stick.
Actually, a better metaphor for me is sculpting. The words and music slowly take form together until, what do you know… a song. I never write with an instrument and I record with a good buddy at his house on occasional evenings. We were at it for 6 ½ years until, what do you know… an album, called Dancing My Dreams. Four years later and we’ve got Bluebird Tattoos.