'It took ten thousand poets a year just to dream it...' They have heard him in dirt-floored Texas biker bars, oyster decks on the Chattahoochee, prominent Charleston galas adorned with vintage chandeliers and they have all heard a part of their own lives being interpreted. 'Your smile is like the caged bird... hasn't flown in quite some while...' Singer/songwriter Don McCabe unifies thoughtful, satisfying melodies with the most meaningful of poetic lyrics. Though structurally and grammatically complex, his words are even more thematically absorbing and creatively detail situations we will long dwell on, paint personalities that we think we've known, and carve awkward wishes we may find amusing. Lost love, personal courage, death, forgiveness... it's all there. 'My rhymes they're doomed... my ink pen broken...' McCabe's' brilliant blue eyes carry lifetimes of scenarios. With vast knowledge and enigmatic wonder coupled to a hilarious dry wit, he could easily be a comedian. McCabe can tell you a rousing personal bit each day for a year. His living conditions seem to be that of a minimalist, though captivating art work adorns the wall. 'Yeah, I painted all those,' McCabe nonchalantly admits only when asked. His personal philosophy seems less optimistic than the public facade may appear, however. 'Someone once said that the beauty of a poet is that when everything is going well, he or she knows that doom is right around the corner,' McCabe agrees, 'I like that.' 'I heard your girlfriend married Johnny... 'cause she works at his saloon...' In the style of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, and Johnny Cash, McCabe relies on his childhood absorption of country, blues, and folk to add a much appreciated and fresh mixture to his harmony. Though proficient with any instrument, in the studio he prefers the creative input of other seasoned musicians. Musical storytelling is an art, and singer/songwriter Don McCabe seems to have mastered many brushes. 'They said your ship came in like a midnight sun... it just don't warn no one...' - - Gale Phillips The Independent.