The Journey

Do you ever get tired of worrying? I mean, just ever get worn out with thinking about what you need to do all the time? Yes, I do too. That may part of the reason I smoke a pipe occasionally, often, frequently, sometimes daily.

I’m back in school. 12 hours this semester…12 hours next semester….. then I get my degree, and then everything in the universe lines up and I see the path of least resistance. Will I take it? I will be 50 when I walk across the stage of diploma this coming May. “Hang on a second” I say out loud to myself. “That’s pretty cool.” I’ve heard it’s “all about the journey”, yea, what journey Peg?Image 

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Steveston, British Columbia

I am a Bruce Cockburn student. His music, thought, lyrics, poems, all have been a big inspiration in my life. Not just musical life, but life-life. And I’m not really sure why.But his sound, his pathos impacted me. I have read about a tone, a sound for each ear. Even the ones making the sound know nothing of this. It’s nothing explainable. A good thing. If you think of a harp, you will understand. The strings are connected and arranged for the beauty they convey.  The harp is a mysterious thing. Like a piano, but not even close. Like a stringed instrument, but far from. It is something beautiful, but all it’s own. 

I went to Steveston, British Columbia years ago,  which isn’t even past, to paraphrase Faulkner. Went there to record songs with a friend. A producer of many great Canadian artist. But why me? A guy from Mississippi, living in Nashville, trying to figure it out. But every time I got close to figuring it out, I felt like Judas.

The laughter of music and friends isn’t controllable.

As a lover of music, and having an understanding the effort  displayed in writing a song, a mysterious and humbling thing…  

I remember those days in the sea side town. The gulls, the sunlight on the water.

Roy, the producer, wanted beauty, pure sound, and truth. He reminded me of my opinion of Bruce Cockburn. Bruce is from Canada. Being in Canada, recording these songs, spiritually intense, mystically familiar. 

I ended up doing a version of the classic, “All The Diamonds” for my SOUL album. I was there, in Canada, in Steveston, British Columbia, lying on a couch with my eyes closed. It was around 2:00 in the morning. Roy, the producer, asked which Cockburn song was my favorite. At that point it was “All The Diamonds”. All went quiet. I fell asleep, only to be awoken by Roy’s Schnauzer licking my limp hand hanging over the side of the couch. When I opened my eyes there was a Telefunkin u47 suspended above my mouth. I heard a beautiful, silky Stratocaster. Roy said, “Start singing when you feel it.” 

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Playing the new tunes..

My band played a few tunes this past Saturday at a little gathering of friends here in Oxford. It was good to be playing with Jeff again. One hour of mostly new songs, with a few from the album thrown in. We like playing the new ones..

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There was a friend of mine at the gathering who collects Jody Davis pipes. We talked about some of Jody’s latest work. “He’s simply amazing”, said Corey.

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