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When I first moved to Nashville, I got an email from John Lomax wanting to buy some CDs. I figured it was some other John Lomax, it couldn’t be THE John Lomax. Low and behold, a few hours later, there… Continue Reading →

Hey friends, did you hear the one about the beat up idealistic folk singer who picked up a 50 year old electric guitar and plugged it straight into a 60 year old amplifier? They say he set out to make… Continue Reading →

Back in 2013, I got a call from Todd Snider saying he wanted to be on my podcast. He insisted that it had to happen right then. It was a strange request, but I said cool. He showed up after… Continue Reading →

The great, Mac Wiseman was standing on the side of the stage when Hank Williams made his Grand Ole Opry debut. He was with Hank when he wrote I’m So Lonesome I could Cry. He attended parties at Hank’s house… Continue Reading →

A few years ago, I got caught in a late night speed trap in a small town in rural Texas. This is the story of how Ray Wylie Hubbard got me out of that ticket. Ray works in mysterious ways.… Continue Reading →

I’m throwing this out there for anyone who might need a video of me singing a song about a giant catfish. Not just any catfish, but the infamous Big Whiskers. This song was released into the wild about 8 or… Continue Reading →

107 years ago today, Mother Jones was the guest speaker at a rally held on a farm just outside of Indianapolis. She was 84 years old and had just been released from prison in Charleston, West Virginia, where she served… Continue Reading →

About ten years ago, I bought a 1971 Fender Champ off of David Olney. In this video, I talk about my love for Silverface Champ’s and my many interactions with David Olney throughout the years. David and I weren’t super… Continue Reading →

This is a video about my grandfather’s 1964 Fender Mustang. He had a lot of old guitars and they were all in terrible shape. When he passed away, I decided I’d make an attempt to get as many of them… Continue Reading →

The title pretty much says it all. Back in the mid 90s, I got into a scuff with some frat boys out in front of a bar called The Patio in Indianapolis. They were pissing in the middle of the… Continue Reading →