I have not checked in via log in quite some time.
They only word that would describe the past couple of months is whirlwind.
Touring the Netherlands and the UK with Brigitte DeMeyer was a pleasure and a success. Our mockingbird Soul album was well received by fans, Radio and Press. You can’t ask for more. Not that we are finished with our touring and promotion of this soulful record. See you out there somewhere soon.
Wrapping up work on Radney Foster’s amazing new album, which accompanies his first published fiction. You know I love the written word as much as I love music. What a thrill to participate in this ambitious work.
I put in a couple of studio days with Rod Picott, Neilson Hubbard producing— y’all know how good that Music will be!
I have recently begun work, mostly as a facilitator and coproducer on an upcoming Jimmy Buffett project. Very excited about this very cool project.
Willie Sugarcapps recently played the final Frog Pond Sunday social of the season, which was as soul satisfying as I hoped it would be. We also recently played The New Orleans Jazz and heritage Festival, as well as live on the lawn in Daphne Alabama, and the mud bottom dog River Clearwater revival fest in Mobile.
It is always good to be with all those good friends and family making that wonderful sound.
I know I cannot keep up this pace forever. And I but who would not want to do all this wonderful creative work?
I just played the red dragon listening room in Baton Rouge Louisiana. Love that place! I have made quite a history in a really short period of time. Cheers to that.
I was lucky to be able to Spend time in New Orleans last night and this morning with my mother and my sister. We were wise to stay at the Ponchartrain hotel on St. Charles Avenue— I took a walk around the Garden District while they shop for plants at that sweet place over on Tchapitoulas. Then we met up at the hotel, take the elevator all the way up to that awesome bar on the roof. It could not have been a more perfect late afternoon. Sunny, cool, breezy. We set our wine, tequila, martinis. The place was buzzing with happy people and joyful conversation and laughter. Then, we took the elevator back down to the ground floor and did some honest to God fine dining in the Caribbean room. We shared stuffed squash blossoms, oysters on the half shell, beet salad, gumbo, asparagus salad, and then we all shared our main courses – we all ordered fish. Drum, pompano, and the legendary red snapper house specialty. New Orleans has many glories: Music, culture in general, wonderful people, and of course food.
Calling tonight early, we want to watch SNL. We laughed together and went to bed and slept soundly.
Up early for coffee and world-class bread at La Boulangerie ona Magazine.
My sister and I won the lottery with our mama. We got all the love we needed. And we get so much more all the time. Our mama is someone we love and rely on; she is also our best friend.
Now I’m headed back to Nashville to get there in time for a Mother’s Day dinner with my amazing wife and our one daughter still living at home. Our oldest took off for Amsterdam this morning.
I guess I’m trying to say thank you for all these blessings. Thank you. For all these blessings. Happy Mother’s Day.
I’m excited that Brigitte DeMeyer and I are touring to support our new album “Mockingbird Soul” in the Netherlands and UK this March—next month!
Here is a link to all the UK dates:
I am preparing a link to Netherlands dates as well!
I hope it’s a great day—and I look forward to seeing all my UK and NL friends soon!
Playing tonight at the Black Box Theater in Columbiana, Alabama—that means all you Birminghamians and Montgomerians and other Central Alabama types COULD drive over and see me early. Just sayin’. So I hope you do. Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast. So come soothe yourself.
Tomorrow night I’m playing Callaghan’s Irish Social Club with my dear friend Eric Stracener opening the show. Callaghan’s is one of the best small venues anywhere—so come hear me and say hi for the new year. A lot of change is happening. Songs help us process our world. Let’s process at Callaghan’s tomorrow night.
All tour dates and information are here:
“Mockingbird Soul” will be officially released next Friday, January 27, 2017. This is a quietly soulful acoustic album of songs mostly co-written by Brigitte DeMeyer and myself, with two extraordinary upright bassists: Chris Donohue and Chris Wood, Micol Davis on gospel soul tambourine, Oliver Wood singing a duet on one song—and Brigitte and me harmonizing over my 1947 Gibson J45 acoustic guitar. Can’t wait for y’all to hear it. Look at those tour dates and come hear us live!
Now for something my soul and heart compel me to say—not political—spiritual:
If you’re wondering why the women folk are so riled up. Here is a big reason why:
The sanitized Fox News version (which leaves out “grab them by the p*ssy):
The full transcript, courtesy of the BBC:
The part that really got people’s attention:
Trump: “Yeah that’s her with the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful… I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything.”
Bush: “Whatever you want.”
Trump: “Grab them by the p*ssy. You can do anything.”
I am a married man with two daughters. I also played competitive sports from age 8-18. So I know locker room talk. I am not going to honor what President Trump said by calling it locker room talk.
What he’s talking about is groping women without their consent. A gleeful bit of advice from an older famous man to a younger man who is experiencing his fifteen minutes: “I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the p*ssy. You can do anything.”
So if you’re drink your coffee and watching your TV and wondering, “Why are those darn women folks so gosh dang angry? I just don’t get it.”
I believe this exchange between Billy Bush and the man who took the oath of Presidency of the United States of America is one of the reasons.
Just words? What other of God’s creatures uses words? Parrotts, I suppose. But humans use words to communicate. And this is what Donald J Trump communicated while he knew cameras were rolling. Sure isn’t politically correct. It sounds like admission of groping women because he knows he can get away with it.
I wrote nice conciliatory words yesterday—because I really do hope for the best for everyone, all over the world. That’s Dr King’s Dream, and I hope for that peaceful world of tolerance and acceptance. But these words were said by Mr Trump for all to hear, and they aren’t going to go away—especially since he won’t acknowledge how wretched they are—what message of violation they send to all women.
I don’t like it, I can’t take it—but I guess I’m going to have to try
Peace and love y’all—