Here’s a brand-new single for you, written and recorded in a couple of evenings.  It’s one of the more “timely” pieces of “commentary” at which I’ve tried my hand.  Maybe that’ll make it dated within a couple of years; I hope not.

I kept thinking of Springsteen’s “The River” after I wrote it.  While that song is darned near perfect and beautifully cinematic, its melancholy and desperate mood is very inspiring.  To watch dreams languish into memory is indeed a sad scenario.  Not quite given up all hope but more doubt than faith, at the moment at least.

Although neither fuzzy nor country, this is the first installment of what I hope will be several tracks of “fuzzy country” -- basically, country and folk songs arranged and recorded as if in a series of fuzzboxes.  All immersed in a 20-foot wave.