For the last 35 years, I’ve been writing songs and hauling them around the world.

It’s been wild, unpredictable, occasionally ridiculous, but also profoundly rich. Music, to me, is humanity’s first magic trick — alchemy for the soul, a shot of truth straight to the veins. It can shake you, strip you down, and remake you in ways nothing else can.

I fell in love with music as a kid in the Austin counterculture of the 1970s, where families crammed into clubs night after night. The music back then wasn’t safe or polished. It was raw, fearless, unbothered by trends. Beauty and art sat dead center in the bullseye, with commerce and careerism pushed to the margins. That spirit seared itself into me, shaping me not only as a musician, but as a fan who believes music isn’t worth a damn unless it

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