On Mustang Island, the gulf sand is warm all night, teasing us away from sleep. It was the Fourth of July and a gentle rain was falling. The last bonfires dowsed, carfuls of revelers headed out and abandoned the strand, and at last I was alone. The waves were quiet now but for the rain’s gentle kiss. Even the shore birds, as white as…
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Singing Sands
We live in an ancient riverbed. The path of the river has been diverted, but underground it is still flowing in an aquifer from the mountains behind us. It cut the mighty bank, and swept along the mountain face, leaving behind sand everywhere beneath our feet. Impediments become sediments. The leavings of a stoney past, itself…
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Box of Strings
After years of collecting guitars and the styles of playing them, I have compiled a collection of pieces that is diverse in style and range. The 10 tracks feature playing in Lap Steel, Hawaiian Slack Key, Celtic DADGAD, Nashville Tuning, Baritone, 12-String, and Cross-Tuning. Most tracks were recorded in a single take, in the improvisational style…
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Leaves of Grass
Twenty-one years ago I visited Walt Whitman’s home with my sister. He had lived in New Jersey, and we visited his house there, which has been preserved, and walked where he had spent time strolling and writing. It was a blessed connection for me. Whitman is America’s first Transcendental poet, whose embrace of life heralded a new…
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