Born in a 19th century west Texas saloon. The scene; straight out of a period piece motion picture. The itinerate guitar toting musicians. The lost recovering junkie. The cowboy and bar maid . The moment where you find yourself in another dimension; living a tall tale you've heard from elders and read about. The choices, distractions, the pitfalls, and the attraction to the road and dedication to the songs. A glimse into Bline Lemon Jefferson's world..or maybe Lightnin' Hopkins'…It's Blaze Foley's blues..it's Townes Van Zandt's blues…it's OUR blues. This song was birthed as it happened one night in Alpine, TX and is dedicated to the troubadours who came before us.
Hello Friends!
An update;
As we find ourselves almost halfway through 2026, it's hard to believe how much momentum and inertia that Time has. It seems like just yesterday I was wrapping up my 2025 touring season and figuring out what to do with my 2026. Yet, here we are, and I am just now realizing what that sketch looks like.
I am currently in my studio producing some projects for a couple different songwriters.
I am also getting myself re-acquainted with my ol' flattop box and digging into my unreleased song vault.
There are so many songs in there and I am beginning to cut them one by one so that they find themselves in circulation as soon as possible.
I am appreciating the simplicity and flexibility that comes with working with nothing but my voice and acoustic guitar. It brings me joy!
Stay tuned!
Adam