Let’s Sorghum the Walls and Commence to Shootin’ Flies.

I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who’s ever helped me along the way – the fans, the bookers and bartenders, my selfless fellow musicians and writers; everyone who’s ever put me up or put up with me, bought a record or offered a quiet word of encouragement. I accept the honor on behalf of an understanding family that excuses my surrender to the pen and paper, and a never-ending string of dive-bar dominoes. The calling is a blessing and a curse, an uphill battle that gets steeper everyday it seems, but unthinkable without you.

 
 

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Posted on: July 6th, 2017 by drunkenmaster No Comments


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