Beau Wood once told me my sets feel like Saturday morning cartoons—if you had a fourth beer in hand and an uncounted cigarette burning nearby.  Kelsi Schacht rolls her eyes every time she catches me fishing for her once-genuine praise:  "You're my favorite songwriter."  Caden, a college shortstop, keeps it simple:  "Shit's hard, dog."
Chase says I have the kind of luck that’ll spread to you if you get close enough.  The best parking spot at a funeral kind of luck.

Men have cried, and I feel warm about that.  The songs stay lyrically driven—with themes of simplicity, patience, and compassion—and a fingerpicked dreadnought to keep them moving.  Winnie the Pooh with wide eyes and spiked honey.  Anything but numb is Your Jack.