My songs are unapologetically intimate and unfailingly hushed. To me, quiet, sparse and unadorned just feels right. My recordings and live performances, too, a ritual of simplicity. I want you, the listener, to feel each heartbeat in the wake of every heartache. It’s what I’m about.
That margin has always been mine, and I have never let what’s happening in the mainstream shame me out of it.
I could work in the center, and make up something everyone might like, but it would wreck my art. It’s the edges that are impenetrable.
God, please don’t deprive me of the edges. It’s where I belong. I have nowhere else to go.
Love the black and white photography. Always classic.
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I agree
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The edges … wow … yes that’s the place … somewhere between hope and loss … riding the line knowing that falling is a possibility. You hang on thou … and this is the gift of your music.
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I like your posts. You are interesting by claiming the margins. I am following you 🙂
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That’s so cool of you, thanks John – tony
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