Last night I was walking down a pier in the golden light of evening, about to get on a boat when a friend who works at a a nearby restaurant raced over to ask if I would play some music. Their booked performer hadn’t shown. I didn’t know what to think. I haven’t played a solo show in years now, but I’ve been writing a ton of songs in the past few weeks, so I went for it. Grabbed my tinny sunburst guitar from the car, got up on stage in the red light to an unexpected applause and began to play. New songs. Songs I don’t even know yet. Something in the dark just beyond my touch.

And somehow I sang for two hours, the sound coming from this place I just returned to after years away. Made $90, got some food and drink and two more solo shows lined up, but more than anything I got this strange answer for a question I have been asking the universe about what I should do with this need to make things. And so, in whatever fashion it may happen, I am going to try to do something with the sound I hear. I hope to share something of it soon.

In the meantime check out the brand new EP from my fuller band (led by Brother Townsend). We’re called The Cost.

Oh, and I guess I might try to come back to this abandoned blog. Nearly six months away can be good for a man.