I moved to Nashville in 2002. It truly is Music City, USA. I like how you’re surrounded by crazy music types wherever you go. Sort of like LA, where I lived for a bit, where everyone had screenplays or headshots in their cars. Here, it’s CDs and myspace pages. And you can forget about your six degrees of separation! Here, it’s more like three degrees. Everybody (and I mean everybody) knows somebody who knows Keith Urban’s drummer. Or Sara Evans’ stylist. Or the guy who wrote No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to move here. I mean, even though I was raised in Indiana, I’d spent almost 20 years in NYC and loved it. And I wasn’t even a country music fan (or at least I didn’t think I was.) But then I started to listen to some of the great songs coming out of here around that time: Bring On the Rain, The Good Stuff, Help Me Understand, Forgive, and probably the
one that lit the biggest under-the-ass fire, I’m Movin’ On. So there I was, and now here I am.
I write a lot about relationships. I'm fascinated by them: good ones, bad ones, make-believe ones. People say my music makes them laugh, cry, and remember. I just want it to make them feel.
So, maybe I’m here to stay. Any town that harbors writers like Darrell Scott, Marcus Hummon and Jeffrey Steele is just fine by me. And welcoming in newcomers like Lori McKenna only makes it that much sweeter. They write songs that move people. That’s all I’m trying to do. Thanks for the time. Enjoy the music.