This current tour has been amazing. Performing with strings has been an absolute pleasure.I hope those who’ve attended the shows have enjoyed them.

I’ve been spending the last weeks listening to the rough studio mixes of the new album. I’m very happy with the outcome. In that time I’ve decided on a tracking order. We Have Done This Before Hume Park Landfill Dead On New Years Hornets Roll Heavy All The Time In The World Night Orders The opening track is over nine minutes in length.

I sold my vintage 335 to my friend Tony. I know it’s going to a good home.

A wasp joined the photo. I’m worried about him as it seems he can’t fly. I hope he’s all right.

If you’re in the GTA, hope to see you tomorrow at the CNE. We go on at 8:30. Bring your singing voices!

Dolly Parton passed today. When I read the news I slowly began to weep. She was an absolute giant, in more ways than one. Her music was phenomenal.

Going into to record a new record in the fall. That said, I’ve been going over several songs from the past that I firmly believe should have got their due. I was talked out of doing them and believe to this day the wrong decision was made. They are as follows… We Have Done This Before, We Will Do It Again Night Orders Hornets Die Like King Bad Pennies (new lyrics, different name) I know that a lot of you have heard the original demos online. But reimagined in the studio I can

The Fine Art Of Falling Apart has always ranked high in my personal estimation. I wrote it in just over an hour. I recorded it in one live take. Sometimes things just work out. I can’t remember how I felt on the day I wrote it or what magic was present. It was one of those things that just came to me. I’m thankful that it did. I remember recording it with Zach and having done just the one take was somewhat fraught. The vocals were flat and sharp here and there, but in the end

At present I could easily play a show consisting of nothing but singles. That might excite some and disappoint others. It’s a tricky business. That said, I don’t want my next record to be anything but a representation of where I am now, and that means an album that I am wholly behind in its artistic deliverance. While I have never sat down and purposely tried to write a hit song*, the eye of the present is infatuated with operating in a wholly artistic frame devoid of regardi