A cellphone photo & some words I wrote.  
Dear Newa
Twice daily I walk Railroad Street next to mini-Dachshund’s frantic sniffing, his four-legged saunter an odd unison gallop.  
On Wednesdays and Sundays the white noise shatters under the lead cab’s bellow;  
An anxious engineer’s gratuitous use of what can hardly be called a whistle.
My inconspicuous apartment atop rail car depot, paint plant, and perfume manufacturer that leaves my living space reeking of an ever-present elderly lady like the one on the elevator drenched in knockoff Chanel #5.  
We wander past railcars with few faint hobo monikers, an endangered species, in search of Colossus of Roads, that old rail yard poet.  
When I spy the gaunt caricature under ten gallon chalk cowboy hat it’s butterflies in stomach.  
In February I found “Bay Area Dadaesqueist Again”. 
Twelve long months and “Unimportant Zen”. 
The latest was “In a Happy World No One Would Need Philosophies”.  
They say he influenced Basquiat, I guess Samo, i.e. “Plush Safe he Think” and such.   
But mostly it’s modern hieroglyphics; fat cap, wild style, and tags.
There’s “Nise”, “Gaspz” and “Asher”, bubble-lettered in Interstate strip joint neons, but so many scribblings indiscernible albeit they likely end in “z”. 
One morning upon dark blue CXS boxcar in spray paint I read “Dear Newa, its been 4 months since I saw you.  I miss our white trash adventures.  Hope all is well.  XOXO.”
I wondered about Newa for a year, until, this world being flat, I found him through graffiti affiliates.
Chance encounters, he’s in Jersey, and I told him of the train car text.  
He explained, “I moved and lost my phone and could only get messages in the yard, plus I thought it had only been a week but oxy and heroin distorts your perception of time.”

He’s better now and says it’s nice to be drug-free but he still needs a phone.

A cellphone photo & some words I wrote.  

Dear Newa

Twice daily I walk Railroad Street next to mini-Dachshund’s frantic sniffing, his four-legged saunter an odd unison gallop.  

On Wednesdays and Sundays the white noise shatters under the lead cab’s bellow;  

An anxious engineer’s gratuitous use of what can hardly be called a whistle.

My inconspicuous apartment atop rail car depot, paint plant, and perfume manufacturer that leaves my living space reeking of an ever-present elderly lady like the one on the elevator drenched in knockoff Chanel #5.  

We wander past railcars with few faint hobo monikers, an endangered species, in search of Colossus of Roads, that old rail yard poet.  

When I spy the gaunt caricature under ten gallon chalk cowboy hat it’s butterflies in stomach.  

In February I found “Bay Area Dadaesqueist Again”. 

Twelve long months and “Unimportant Zen”. 

The latest was “In a Happy World No One Would Need Philosophies”.  

They say he influenced Basquiat, I guess Samo, i.e. “Plush Safe he Think” and such.   

But mostly it’s modern hieroglyphics; fat cap, wild style, and tags.

There’s “Nise”, “Gaspz” and “Asher”, bubble-lettered in Interstate strip joint neons, but so many scribblings indiscernible albeit they likely end in “z”. 

One morning upon dark blue CXS boxcar in spray paint I read “Dear Newa, its been 4 months since I saw you.  I miss our white trash adventures.  Hope all is well.  XOXO.”

I wondered about Newa for a year, until, this world being flat, I found him through graffiti affiliates.

Chance encounters, he’s in Jersey, and I told him of the train car text.  

He explained, “I moved and lost my phone and could only get messages in the yard, plus I thought it had only been a week but oxy and heroin distorts your perception of time.

He’s better now and says it’s nice to be drug-free but he still needs a phone.

Paul Luc and Charlie & the Foxtrots ]

Hey all - this is happening at Pittsburgh Winery Saturday Aug 2nd…which is fast approaching. My good friends from Tennessee, Charlie and the Foxtrots are coming to town to play this show as well. I’m normally pretty mellow in regards to pushing tickets, but you’re going to need to get them for this one, so grab them in advance. This place has a cool atmosphere and it’s in my neighborhood…couldn’t be more excited to do this show. Come and hang out. 



I’m a creature of habit and many years ago it became a ritual to take a bottle of Straub on stage with me.  So, when I made a music video for “Today & Last Night” last year, it was fitting to have Straub beer in the bar scenes (and suffice it to say our extras had a good day of filming).  The folks at the brewery took notice, looked me up, and we became fast friends.  The more I learned about them, the more I realized we have a  lot in common. We wanted to do something together, which resulted in this video…made with a lot of creative people’s help.  

So here’s a short story about some of those things we have in common: tradition, dedication, and the independent spirit that I value so strongly.  If it resonates with you, feel free to post it, share it, and send it to your friends.  All the best, thanks for watching!

I received this good looking guitar yesterday built by Minor Bird which I’ll have for 5 days as a participant in The Acoustic Guitar Project. This project has traveled from New York to Helsinki and all over the world; one guitar, one week, one song…pretty cool idea and am honored to participate. Thanks to AltarTV who are overseeing the project here. My song will be posted under the Pittsburgh project soon, but I guess I have to write it first.www.theacousticguitarproject.com

I received this good looking guitar yesterday built by Minor Bird which I’ll have for 5 days as a participant in The Acoustic Guitar Project. This project has traveled from New York to Helsinki and all over the world; one guitar, one week, one song…pretty cool idea and am honored to participate. Thanks to AltarTV who are overseeing the project here. My song will be posted under the Pittsburgh project soon, but I guess I have to write it first.www.theacousticguitarproject.com

Recent Memories ]

Got a new cellphone so I transferred photos from my old phone to my laptop as a backup. It blew me away watching the images speed by while importing…tons of memories! So, I created this video with “Aftermath” from my last record. It’s packed with an unhealthy amount of music, motorcycles, rail yards & boxcars, beer, booze, travel, my love of animals and most importantly, people! There are a lot of places and things in these photos, but they only remind me of the good times we’ve had together. These photos were taken coast-to-coast and apparently we’ve been busying raising a little hell. A few moments of tranquility, but a lot of chaos. If nothing else, my life hasn’t been boring in the past few years. Thanks for the memories…let’s make some more!

Good Times ]

Brought to you via cellphone.  The nasal-ish voice is brought to you by the Tony Montana-esque piles of pollen here in Pennsylvania.  

"Good Times"

Give my guitar to my good friend Christian,
You may find him somewhere in Nashville singing. 
Tell him I gave my heart to that Gibson every night, 
and tell him he should sing his songs until he loses his mind…
That was my good time.

Say goodbye to my sisters and my mother,
They were the only women who I carried in my heart and tell them,
Sorry that I had a hard time showing it and I have left them
All my money go and buy something nice
Something unnecessary, hell, you only live once…
That was my good time. 

Say goodbye to my old man he was always,
Pissed off that everything’s made in China,
Tell him, go get his truck and come and pick up my bike,
It was love or hate with that Harley of mine, 
It was hard to start when you’re as skinny as I am,
Tell him he should kick it over at least twice in a month…
That was my good time.

I’ll say hello to my dear grandmother who had,
Passed on and left me her record player.
That’s how I heard the “greats’ pour their souls onto vinyl,
And I danced with my girlfriend in the kitchen one night,
And I damn near asked her if she’d be my wife,
But you can leave it to that little nephew of mine,
Just tell him he should listen closely for the secrets to life…
That was my good time.

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