Hour Between Dog & Wolf
At the age of 12 my parents bought me a guitar. I don't know why, but I played it. At the age of 16 I married the idea of becoming a writer. I bought a notebook and wrote it cover to cover with bad writing; with what I knew was bad writing, but I kept the words coming. I have drawers full of bad writing that could fulfill the life of the worst of writers. At 19 I started singing. I practiced vocal techniques, learned songs, studied vocalists that attracted me. I knew I wanted to write songs, that I wanted to perform, but I was not ready for either yet. I sang bad songs badly. At 21 I wrote a song which wasn't so bad, and could sing it well. Then another song came. Stages were found. Writing was improved upon gracefully. I reached a point where my talent was enough to be comfortable on stage with a guitar. At 23 I wrote and recorded 11 songs for an album titled The Hour Between Dog and Wolf, the title being taken from a novel by Jean Rhys. It comes from half a life of influence and practice. It's a humble effort; it has it's mistakes but it has it's charms as well. The Hour Between Dog and Wolf holds love songs for lonely people. It's themes center around scenes half-lit; seen through a haze. Half of it's songs are dressed up with a full band, at times dramatic, at times relaxed. The other half of it's songs are stripped down with just guitar or piano and vocals, at times dramatic, at times relaxed. It's secrets can be found in it's dichotomies and contradictions, if that's where you're looking for them. This album is the first; the foreword to an elaborate history. Perhaps my writing is as bad as it ever was, perhaps I'm following in the steps of the bad songs I once sang badly. Regardless, I am now comfortable enough to share it with whoever wishes to judge it's mistakes and charms. Enjoy. Or not.