Fearing I had lost my muse after a long musical drought, I set out to make an acoustic solo album with the hopes that an assignment would force me to write again. When the songs came it was like lightning. Most of the songs that made it on the album were written in a day with very little rewriting. In retrospect I see that these ideas had been incubating in my head for months, maybe years.

Common themes to the moody songwriter: love, wisdom and meaning. My school years were spent glossy-eyed and ignorant. No real idea what life was or what was out there. After college my eyes slowly opened and since then I've strived to absorb wisdom and experience, in so much as I can handle it. Sometimes still I need to retreat from all this for self preservation.

My musical experience now is one of great highs and their partner lows. Swinging between vanity and insecurity. Feeling like I've "made it" then like all I've made is a fool of myself.

In my mind, these are the best songs I've written so far. I'm learning to e