I let my male Coone Cat named Rocco breed. Now I have more Rocco. Much more...Cali is shakin  4more2..

amazing cover..wow..you rock girl..if you need a lap steel behind you to cover the david lindley parts...let me know

Well done. One of my favorite JB songs, I like your interpretation a lot

This is absolutely fantastic. I love your style, I love your voice, and I love your guitar picking.

love the percussion, and of course...Monica

Recorded March 12, 2011 at Shove Chapel in Colorado Springs as part
of the Fuel/Friends Chapel Sessions www.fuelfriendsblog.com 
This track will appear on the deluxe version of their debut album out on Heavenly Recordings August 15th.

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The Head and The Heart - Chasing A Ghost

This piece began as a reflection on age, wonder, and the universe. It carries the bittersweet truth that some of us may not live to see the answers we’ve always longed for the moment the sky finally “answers back.”

But it’s also a message of hope. Our place isn’t measured only by lifetimes. It’s carried forward in the songs we write, in the questions we refuse to let go of, and in the wonder we pass down.

The closing nod to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star reminds us that curiosity is timeless from the child’s lullaby to the elder’s last reflection, we are joined by a shared yearning to understand.

This isn’t just about stars. It’s about legacy, belonging, and the truth that even if we don’t grow into tomorrow ourselves, a part of us will.

Some of us are too late in the day
To see the gates swing open
To watch the sky answer back

But we’ve left our fingerprints
On the glass of the telescope
Our breath fogging the lens
For the next set of eyes

The truth is our place
Isn’t just measured in lifetimes
It’s carried forward in songs
In questions that refuse to die
In the wonder we hand down

So even if I don’t grow into that tomorrow
A part of me will
In the echoes, in the chords
In the starlight that remembers
We once asked

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are

Oh, how we wonder

Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
How I wonder what you are

Oh how we wonder
What you are

Yes we wonder

Footnote to the Stars

You are welcome to download and share "Tattoo":
A song about the Holocaust. Chosen by the government of the Netherlands to represent their country during the European celebration of the 50th year since WW II ended. Admired by Elie Wiesel. And now, a slap in the face to Trump and his administration, who don't dare utter the word "Jew" or the phrase "anti-Semitism" as they pretend to care about Holocaust Remembrance Day. 
To my friends who say "His son-in-law is Jewish. It's okay." I say - it is NOT okay. It is a disgrace. Steve Bannon is drafting the executive orders for our country, while the  ostensible leader of the free world spends his time complaining on Twitter and watching TV. 
I remember riding in a cab with my former manager forty years ago, when I was twenty-five. The newscaster commented that gay people should not be permitted to teach in the schools, and my manager said "They shouldn't be allowed around young children. Absolutely correct." 
In confusion, I said "But... I'M gay." And her response? "Oh, but you're one of the 'good ones'."
There will always be those who say "Oh, but you're one of the good Jews" "the good blacks" "the good gays". Do not believe that will exempt you from the knock in the night.

TATTOO
(Janis Ian)

Her new name was tattooed to her wrist
It was longer than the old one
Sealed in the silence with a fist
This night will be a cold one
Centuries live in her eyes
Destiny laughs over jack-booted thighs
“Work makes us free” says the sign
Nothing leaves here alive
Tattoo

She steps out of line to the left, and her father to the right
One sides a cold, clean death. The other is an endless night
Gold from a grandmother’s tooth. 
Mountains of jewelry and toys. 
piled in the corners, mailed across the borders
Presents for the girls and boys.
Presents for the girls and boys
Tattoo

It gets darker every night
Spread-eagled out among the stars, she says
"Somewhere in this tunnel lives a light
"Still my beating heart
"I have never known a man
"What man will want me now?
"Am I still alive, somehow?
"If I can survive, somehow
"Tattooed"

Soldiers from the other side liberated them at dawn
Gave her water, gave her life. She still had all her clothes on
She lived until she died. Empty as the autumn leaves that fly
Surgeons took the mark, but they could not take it far
It was written on her heart
Written on her empty heart
Tattooed

Something Fine (Jackson Browne Cover)

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