I wanted to capture the feel of a traditional folk song, but I had to transport the locale from the hills of Appalachia to those where I live. In the Springtime here, the Ceanothus turns our hillsides blue.more

Time is fundamental -- we exist in a four-dimensional spaceTIME. We have countless phrases about time; I turned a small sample of them into a song...more

I heard stories growing up about how my ancestors came to America. They have rattled around in my brain for a long time, long enough for the storytellers to pass from this Earth. There are none of them left to check on details, so what I remember now is as much myth as facts. Still, as Guy Clark says in "Immigrant Eyes," "I won't let his memory die 'Cause he gave me the gift of this country And the look in his Immigrant Eyes"more