This is the spot where Billy Joe Shaver had planned to kill himself. I describe the whole thing in the video below. I’m sitting on the rock that he described as an altar.

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 was John Lomax standing in my living room. It was one of many great “welcome to Nashville” moments.

I can’t imagine what American music would be like without his family’s influence.

I later became friends with John and he’s about the coolest cat you’ll ever meet. This is an interview from back in 2014. It originally aired on my podcast and this is my attempt to adapt it to YouTube. John was Townes Van Zandt’s manager back in the day, so I asked him to share whatever stories he’d feel comfortable sharing.

He talks about starting Townes’ fan club, Heartworn Highways, Townes partying with Gram Parsons, Townes jamming with The Allman Brothers, Townes’ love of Lightnin’ Hopkins and a lot of other great stories.

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Thanks for giving a damn,

New Album, Hoosier National (Released September, 18th)

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 an album that he’d feel proud to put his name on–with no record label, no publicist, no access, and no capital. The nerve of that guy! A true independent. An outsider artist, if you will. What could possibly go wrong?

I recorded this album at my buddy, Thomm Jutz’s place. It’s all electric and that’s a first for me. We pieced together a great band of musicians/friends. Thomm played electric guitar, Mark Fain played bass, Lynn Williams played drums, Jen Gunderman played organ and piano, and I sang and played electric guitar. I’ll spare you the colorful hyperbole, and let you listen to the record without my commentary muddying the waters. Spoiler alert, I think you’re gonna love it.

We’re in the middle of a pandemic and I’m feeling it like everybody else. I’ve had two tours cancelled. I was supposed to be on tour in the UK right now, but fate had other ideas. I think it’s safe to say, this is the absolute worst possible time to release a record. Most people would give up at this point, but I’m not most people. So, here we are. An outsider artist and the people who have always supported him. This is the best possible way for me to share this new record with you. You’ve always been there for me and I appreciate it more than you could ever know. Much love to y’all, and stay safe and healthy out there.

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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 midnight and started telling me about his current regimen of ecstasy and mushrooms, two things I know nothing about. He claimed to see bats flying around in my living room as the walls melted. It’s an old house, so it was somewhat plausible. As strange as it was, Todd was a complete joy to be around that night. He was hilarious, fun and sometimes even deep and insightful. It quickly became one of the more popular episodes of my podcast and still gets a lot of downloads every day.

I’ve been experimenting with ways to bring some of my field recordings to YouTube, so I spliced together some moments of Todd talking about his love of John Prine. He talks about partying at Prine’s house with Townes Van Zandt, Guy Clark and Nanci Griffith. It’s a beautiful window into the Nashville that we all wish we were part of.

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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 and went up and down the road with him on countless tours. I pieced together this recording Of Mac telling Hank Williams stories from an interview I did with him back in 2014. His memories of Hank are pretty amazing, so I wanted to try to find a way to repurpose them and release them into the wild. This is all a bit of an experiment on my part, and I hope you enjoy it.

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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 9 years ago and became a cult favorite of anglers near and far. Rarely does a week go by that I don’t get tagged in pictures of people posing with large catfish. That makes me feel great that folks from all over the world want to share their photos with me, and then I feel bad for the fish that would rather be left alone. I guess that’s pretty much what the song is about.

If you have an angler in your life, or someone who enjoys fish stories, feel free to share this with them. And don’t forget to Subscribe to my Youtube channel while you’re over there.

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 a three month sentence for “agitating.” The Indiana farm where she gave her speech is now an all but abandoned strip mall on the east side of Indianapolis. I first learned about this a few years ago, and thought to myself, I should go over there some day and play some songs in her honor. Well, today was the day. I got up early and recorded this session in the spot where Mother Jones spoke to 1,500 Hoosiers, back in 1913. I guess we all celebrate the 4th of July in our own way.

My buddy, Todd Fox helped me film this. At this point, he probably deserves a medal, or something. It was way too early to sing, but at least I wasn’t in jail for agitating.

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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 close, but we did consider each other friends. We lived in parallel orbits for quite a while. We played the same gigs, in front of the same crowds, for the same promoters and we probably slept in the same beds (at different times). It’s a strange thing to be at a small folk club, in a small town in Holland and see pictures of your friends on the walls. David was one of those friends. I’d see his pictures and posters everywhere. His music is loved by a lot of people. Please subscribe, like and comment and I’ll keep making videos for y’all.

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 as I could back into playing shape. Sadly, I don’t have a ton of extra money laying around, so it’s been a bit slow going. This 64 Mustang is the first guitar that I paid to have fixed up. I took it to Glaser Instruments in Nashville and they did a phenomenal job on it. The video talks a bit about that and about the guitar’s history. I think my fellow guitar nerds get a kick out of this.

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 street, I lost my cool and started yelling at them. I lived two blocks away and was tired of young white males treating my neighborhood like their own private toilet. So, I snapped. I was about to get stomped down by these three guys when Mojo Nixon rode in like the cavalry and saved the day. It’s a true story, I promise.

Filmed by Todd Fox. You should go check out his photography, it’s some damn good stuff.…

A couple of years ago, I heard about a squirrel named Shorty that once lived outside the Smith County Courthouse in Tyler, Texas. He was beloved by the town and was given a proper funeral when he died of old age. So naturally, my buddy Todd and I did what any normal person would do… we drove 15 hours from Indiana to Texas to pay our respects. This is a film we made about our visit to Shorty The Squirrel’s grave.

Hey friends,
I have some not so great news that I need to share with ya. My UK Tour that was scheduled for July 2020 is not gonna happen. We’d hoped upon hope that things would get better and we kept putting it off, but it’s time to face the facts. We need to do the right thing and cancel this tour.

I’m fortunate to have met so many wonderful people on these tours. Whether it’s the promoters in big cities and small towns or the people I get to chat with after the shows, I definitely get to see the best of folks every night. I can’t imagine doing anything to harm these people who have been so good to me. The reality is, it would be irresponsible of me to do this tour, so I’m gonna stay home for now.

I’m not gonna lie, this will put us in a pretty rough financial bind, but we’ll find a way to work it out. Almost everyone I know is without an income right now, so I know we’re not alone.

I look at it this way. It’s raining like hell, my family and I are standing in the middle of a field, huddled under a rickety umbrella. We’re trying to hang on the best we can. If we can hold out long enough, maybe we’ll find shelter under a tree, maybe we can even help someone else find cover. Until then, we’re gonna hunker down as best we can until the storm finally passes. And the good news is, the storm will pass. And when it does, I’ll jump on a plane and come sing some songs for y’all.

Here’s to better days!

Thanks for giving a damn,