Songwriter out of Portland, Oregon. Three records, a handful of singles, and a long stretch of nights at the Laurelthirst. Words about places, mostly — the one you grew up in, the one you ended up in, the one you keep meaning to drive back to.
I’ve been writing songs and showing up to play them in Portland for the better part of two decades.
Three records under my own name — Twilight in 2007, The Ride in 2009, Beach Drive in 2020 — with a handful of singles in between and after. Along the way, a long list of bands and band names: PB&J, Short Sands, Jester Brown, and whatever else the room called for that night.
Days run on a small construction outfit and three kids’ schedules. The songs come anyway. They have for a long time.
Three records and a handful of singles, going back to 2007. Click any one to make it bigger.
A handful of clips from the road and the rooms. Pull up a chair.
A wall’s worth of show posters from somewhere around two decades of bands and back rooms. Different names, mostly the same songs. Tap any of them to make it a little bigger.
Got an old flyer of a show I played? Send it over.
Photos from around the road and around the years. Statues mostly held still for these.
circa ’82, ready
Laurelthirst, post-soundcheck
Loretta wouldn’t pour me a drink
Little Jimmy & me
~ a quiet word ~
Alejandro Escovedo and I
Marty Stuart, watching
~ family photo album ~
Jester Brown is the band I’ve been in the longest — same handful of guys since grade school, still plugging in whenever we can find a free Saturday and somebody’s garage.
We got the name when we were too young to know what a name was supposed to do, and it stuck. The shoulders are wider now, the practices a little quieter, the gear a little better. The songs are still mostly about whatever was on the radio when we were thirteen. Still feels right.
Some bands you start. Jester Brown is the one I never quit. Still rocking, still rehearsing, still showing up.
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