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“A story, some reminiscences… they are the yellow leaves that hang upon these boughs that are not so bare and ruined but that they still dream from time to time of the sweet birds’ return.” (The Yellow Leaves, Frederick Buechner) I often provide food to wild birds in the form of sunflower seeds, suet, nyjer on occasion, peanut butter spread onto pine-cones, crumbled crackers and popped corn strewn about the

I am officially at the halfway point of the Under the Radar House Show Tour. Currently, I am breathing easy at our dining room table, the boys sleeping soundly in the next room, their sound machine set to rain proverbial cats and dogs, a small 40-watt lamp lit in the adjacent den, and me surrounded in crude darkness. That’s not to be morbid, this is just the way I like

Infant “Beep Beep” onesies are now available in the store. That’s right, parents, now you can dress your brand-spanking-new kid up in style! Here’s the deal: the baby probably won’t care if it’s a cute frog or a Volkswagen on the front. After all, they’re only going to spit up all over it and you. BUT they might as well look sharp while doing so. You agree, oui? If so,

I am so thrilled to announce this! I’m teaming up with the super-kind folks at Under the Radar (with whom I have done two previous tours in the Chicago area) for a house show tour anywhere within the continental USA. Allow me to repeat that: Anywhere. You may be thinking to yourself, “Neat, sounds fun, but I bet it’s expensive.” Be at peace, grasshopper. UTR is subsidizing the entire trip.

Times are tough. For everyone. It is no less so for a career in the creative arts as a father of two strapping young boys and as a husband to a furiously supportive wife of nearly 14 years. After much mulling, I have decided to permanently lower the prices on my entire discography (8 total) in the Goods/Store section. My solo albums (6 total) are now just $10.00 (take that,

Last week I posted “Don’t Hold Your Breath,” the music video directed and filmed by Patrick Gines. Patrick and the Florida State University film department were kind enough to grant access to the online screener of his thesis project, When The Waters Rise, the film for which I wrote “Don’t Hold Your Breath.” Mr. Gines is currently writing the script for a full-length feature of When The Waters Rise. When

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Mid-February morning, silent house, a steaming cup of fresh brewed coffee and a rare quiet moment to myself in the stillness of the early hours. I need this moment. Peering through the blurry condensation on the kitchen window overlooking my lumpy and weed-riddled Nashville backyard, it is evident that my labor yesterday pruning low-hanging walnut, hackberry and poplar branches successfully opened the understory, offering a newer, wider and brighter perspective

Gus, a yellow gosling, celebrated few waddling days on the Mississippi red-dirt farm of my mother’s upbringing. Of the few sights the creature saw during its abbreviated life, the final was the inside of a German shepherd’s toothy mouth. As with King Charles I, heads rolled. The bird’s premature death caused great anguish among the Fortenberry children whose loyal affection to it was reciprocated by the bird. Wilton and Lucille,