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The closer you are to the ground, the less it hurts when you fall. My Uncle Harold always thought so.
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What the right woman gives you when you need it.
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What it must sound like to sail into the harbor - romance, adventure, adrenaline and danger.
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All the things that I can resist.
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When my daughter Kari was very small, she would crawl into my open guitar case with her blanket as I was practicing. She would then pull her blanket up to her chin and fall asleep listening to me play. This is her lullaby.
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Several pieces of partially written songs that fit together well.
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This is my tribute to Robert Johnson, Charlie Patton, Son House, and all of the other Southern Bluesmen who walked those miles.
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When I was younger, most of life seemed black and white. Now, a few years down the road, black and white isn`t even black and white.
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Among many other things, my father was a sailor.
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The part of the day when hope, depth and promise are still listening.
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Sometimes you find the most interesting stuff under the most dust.
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Wherever I am when I`m not where I once was.
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