strange and familiar

There’s something deeply satisfying about writing songs without being hemmed in by expectations of a specific linear form or any particular idiom of music. Yet it isn’t as simple as “out with the old, in with the new.” Here lies the beauty, complexity and excitement of songwriting: Making up something that bears identifiable traces of its roots yet stays unmistakably my own … writing a song that …

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unwanted things

There is no burden like unwanted things. Which is sad because, against all real evidence, things have feelings too. They don’t love in the human way, still: That blue thrift shop sweater out at the elbows has a story. I try to imagine the places it has been, and who wore it before it was mine. Those rundown cowboy boots slouched in the closet talk in …

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shameless

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 …

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audible

Sometimes words are just music themselves. Like “Strawberry” is a very musical sounding word to me. "Dandelion" is another. I like "Honeysuckle" and "Hurricane," too. And "Hallelujah." Standing on the edge of the vowel forest, I also encounter: A blossoming almond tree. The thicket grown loud with nightingales. Skin and heart. Bed. House. Heartbreak (and with it, the tentative hope for …

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