I drink my coffee every morning from a beautifully imperfect clay mug. It is the imperfections that make it so beautiful to me. In many ways, my life has been like that mug, imperfect, yet beautiful. The songs and recordings in this album achieve imperfection, too. They span over forty years of my life. One of them was written when I was seventeen. Four of them are freshly minted. The rest fall in between from assorted stages of my journey. I’ll leave it to you to try to figure out which are which.
Friendships are also imperfect, but I treasure every one of them. I’m especially fond of Dan Earhart these days, whose beautiful accordion, piano, and organ improvisations contributed greatly to this album. Dan fell off of my radar screen for many years, but his humor, intellect, and, of course, music has helped me to have the courage to finally do this album. I’m glad we reconnected. I have my good friend, David Rodriguez, in Holland to thank for that and so much, much more.
Of course, I need to thank my family for always loving me and believing in me especially through those most imperfect times of my life. My daughters, Emily and Katherine, for whatever reason, think I’m beautiful even in spite of the fact I have aged with an absence of grace.
Finally, I can not end this note without acknowledging the love of my life, my wife, Karen, who has put up with me for all these years. Without her love and gentle direction, I would have surely fallen off the edge of the planet numerous times. I love you, Baby, and as long as you are in my life, I’m still kickin’.
January 23, 2013