I try to keep from wearing everyone out with confessional singer/songwriter dribble. (It’s not interesting just because it’s in a song) Having written that, there are times when real life breaks into my songs like a wrecking ball and I do some confessing. The break up of my marriage made it’s way into my last record and is not completely absent on this new one. It was a big painful thing. I hope you never have to go through it. During the worst of it, I came across a little passage in the I Ching that talked about trying to be (pardon my very lame reduction here) king of the dirt pile. Fighting for something that isn’t worth it, something you don’t really need or want, just to be the king. I am thinking about this because my record comes out in June. I would love for people to hear my music and like it, but then there’s that big dirt pile of selling, being popular. I have always wanted to make popular music without being popular. Writing good songs, making good records, doing good shows. Let someone else be king of the dirt…..

hoping this will make sense and come in handy sometime,
Sam

My friend in space, Dorian Wood, has made some beautiful music. Instead of reading my words, I thought you might just want to listen to him…. you can find him on MySpace.

Art does have it’s auto motive. Some songs haunt you, nag you, charm you to be written. Some days trying to write a good song feels like chasing a NASCAR car on foot. This year is my 20th year of writing and recording under my nickname Sam. I don’t know how I made it this far. It must be that auto motive that kicks in. You friends in space (and in person) have certainly helped me along the way. I know this sounds corny, but don’t we get to be corny in our own spaces? You have taken the time to write me, you have come to my shows and have purchased cd’s (even records!) Thank you. If this were real space it would be time for tea and cookies……..