Hot on the heels of the news that Runaway Freeway Blues was the number one album of the year on Nashville’s legendary WSM radio (home of the Grand Ole Opry) with over 1100 spins, and the #18 album of the →
It was the kind of peculiar name that would only make such comically perfect sense when attached to this particular man. In fact, you could clearly imagine him, ham-sized fists hurtling through the air in joyful rage, bellowing out his →
We’re excited to announce that Runaway Freeway Blues is the #18 Americana album of the year (based on radio airplay) on the Americana Music Association’s top 100 list. You can view the full list on AMA’s website. Plus, we’ve been thrilled →
American Songwriter magazine has released their list of the top 50 albums of 2013, and Runaway Freeway Blues made the cut! “Given the arena-sizing of folk-rock over the last several years, you’d almost expect the opening track’s tethered-in-place acoustic guitar figure →
….and play a gig. In Nacogdoches, TX. On Halloween. Sounds like a recipe for a good time, but I am getting way ahead of myself here, so let’s start at the beginning….. Chapter 1: The Pale This particular tour kicked →
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I would love to be able to romanticize my situation by saying, “I arrived in New York City with nothing but the clothes on my back and a song in my heart,” but the truth is I had much more →
We had a blast playing NPR’s Mountain Stage a couple of months ago. It was our second time on the show – our first marked the very first time we played on a nationally-broadcast program! The second time around was →
September 2, 2013- In Black Lillies real time we are currently camped out in a Holiday Inn (Express) in the bustling ski town of Sandpoint, Idaho. In the off season, both visitors and residents alike trade their poles for beers →
August 13, 2013- It’s funny how three feet away from you someone can be fulfilling a childhood fantasy while you stand idly by, wondering, “Who is that man, and why is he affectionately fondling Robert’s bicep?” Let me back up…………. →
