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I wanted to kick this off with an awesome road trip story. Something gripping, you know? I was going to see Kevn Kinney, which, in a way, would have been some kind of full circle for me. My first show, some 20 years or so ago, was to see Drivin' n Cryin' at the Boathouse in Norfolk. And just recently I've rediscovered Kevn, but in the new light of his solo career. The Kevn of now is best summed up by that DnC song "Telling Stories." He has a much more quiet approach without all heavy riffing that characterized his earlier work, and, at his core, there's always a good story. We're both 20 years older, Kevn and I, and we no longer need all that posturing to prove a point.

I was also wanting to get out again, which I haven't done in a good long while. In the spirit of Kevn, maybe take some back road, two-lane highway and see some stretches I hadn't been down before. Take pictures, get lost in the moment, and be open to whatever came up.

At any rate, it wasn't meant to be. For that, Kevn, I apologize.

This is my second attempt at a blog. Or maybe third. I'm not sure. Historically, these things never work out and I always feel a need to downplay my attempts. There will be a lot of music, because music is important to me, but I've always struggled when talking about it. I sit with 1000 CDs to my back and still feel uninformed, like I lack the authority. I don't know the phrases or the influences or whatever it is I'm supposed to know. I only know what I like.

And yet, here I am. We'll see how it goes.