Nodding musically to Eno, and mangling the writings of Evelyn Underhill, I became inspired recently to try my own hand at writing something hymnal yet contemporary, something that acknowledged my perception of the "All That Is" and gave it its due gratitude. Something reverent yet upbeat, that still allowed me to play my gnat guitar, which appears about midway through this song. Yes, Charlotte…gnats are beautiful too.

To the Lake I've got a thing for Brian Eno. It began several years ago when a fellow high school stoner brought over his vinyl copy of Here Come the Warm Jets, a record that - though having been released four years prior - was a new discovery in our endless search for music that … Continue reading baby’s on fire →