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The idea for this song came one day while I was sitting on the couch with my then 1 year old son. He started shaking his rattle in a very rhythmic way, and I heard the intro to this song in my head. Named after one of his many nicknames at the time.
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This song was named for the drive required to push this CD project through from conception to completion.
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I once had a Native American neighbor who used to sit out on his front lawn and chant while playing a drum. This song was written shortly thereafter with obvious influence.
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Written on a November day in Ann Arbor, Michigan while looking out a misty window at the first snow of the season, feeling melancholy about the prospect of another long winter.
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A playful song that contains a back and forth exchange between fingerstyle and tapping parts, and lots of ebbing and flowing with the volume and tempo.
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Written on Mother`s Day 2003. With this song I tried to capture some of the joy and grace of motherhood. Dedicated to the memory of my mother and to the most important mother remaining in my life, the mother of my children.
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While in Florida, someone asked me if I played any bluegrass. I had to confess I didn`t, but about 2 weeks later back in North Carolina, I wrote this song.
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A moment of tenderness inspired by a beautiful song, Preston Reed`s "Love In The Old Country". When my 5 year old daughter first heard this song, with the infinite wisdom that come only with youth, she said, "That one`s about love - it`s in your heart."
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This song tells the story of an old horse named Ned, who may have gotten too slow to pull the plow, but still had that twinkle in his eye. One night, under the light of the moon, he danced this jig.
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A flamenco-inspired speedster named after my favorite Spanish wine.
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An old friend of mine, Terry, once asked me, "Franklin, why do you play acoustic guitar instead of electric? I mean, you can`t get any women with an acoustic and you can`t play rock-n-roll." While I humbly conceded his first point, I took immediate exception to his second. Terry, this song`s for you.
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This song got its name for three reasons - it was written in June, it flits around a lot, and I always get an unavoidable fret buzz when I play it.
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I named this song because I really don`t remember when I wrote it. I found it on a 10 year old videotape of an art fair I played, and relearned it off the tape.
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Inspired by the unlikely combination of the romantic composer Johannes Brahms` "Hungarian Dances" and the neo-classical playing of heavy metal guitarist Yngwie Malmsteen.
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I bid adieu with a brief nod to tradiiton. Dedicated to children everywhere who always manage to find a smile when the rest of us cannot.
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