Acoustic singer-songwriter combines humor, love and political commentary (usually not all in the same song).

13 MP3 Songs in this album (43:10) !
Related styles: Folk: Modern Folk, Folk: Political, Type: Acoustic

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Details:
In 2001 I was applying for a scholarship. The last short essay on the application was a bit of a "wild card" to let the reader get a more rounded picture of me. "What additional personal information do you wish to share with the Truman Scholarship Foundation?" This was my essay:

Junior year of high school: In the dark and dank basement I sit, crouched over an old Gibson steel string guitar, strumming chords. The guitar belonged to my motherâs brother Bob, who died before I was born. I play folk songs from my motherâs old copies of âReprints from Sing Out!â and âThe Bob Dylan Song Book.â I also experiment with writing my own musicâchord progressions and lyrical sketches.

The next year I fall madly in love with a girl and write her an unfinished song. I have the melody, the chords and the chorus, but am unable to come up with lyrics. I do not play it for her. I write out the melody on score paper, make a crude tape recording, and enter it in the PTA Reflections Contest of student art. To my surprise I win first place in the music category. I complete my first song, lyrics and all, called âAlone.â

In college I take formal lessons from John Doan, a master guitarist. I mostly study classical guitar, and spend much more time practicing. I continue writing songs, most of them mediocre. I play at my first Open Mic in the campus Bistro: âSong of the Deporteesâ (Woody Guthrie), âWhere Have all the Flowers Gone?â (Pete Seeger) and my one decent song from the year, âLog in Your Eye.â Iâm nervous and I mess up a lot.

During my second year at Willamette I finally finish the love song I began two years before, âA Snowballâs Chance in Hell.â I begin playing regularly at Open Mic. I make people laugh. I continue writing songs; I continue taking lessons. I record a 28-minute demo CD with eight original songs. I am in love with another girl and write her a song. This time I play it for her. Fighting a bad cold, I perform a set at Wulapaluza, Willamette's music festival, with many loyal fans in attendance.

I take my Martin Backpacker with me as I study abroad in Ecuador fall semester of my junior year. I give concerts aboard our ship in the Galapagos Islands. I begin to learn Latin American music. I write ten new songs, including one in Spanish. I have no idea where all this will take me, only that playing and writing songs is something I must do. I find in the guitar an excellent medium to explore the medley of conflicted emotions running through me. Without it I am not complete.