There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when the stories behind the songs get captured on tape. Not the polished liner note version that a publicist polished… I mean the unfiltered yarns told in smoky rooms under suspect stage lights that flicker like they’re listening too. Those moments when a songwriter stops being a performer and starts being a friend you’re drinking with on your back patio somewhere between midnight and the rest of your life. Hundreds, maybe thousand

We hit the road north to Celina yesterday with heavy hearts. Life things. Todd Snider. Just a heavy vibe. I was determined to set it all aside and let the music heal me like it has so many times before. It helps when you have friends there too. Moments and days like this have a way of sneaking up on you. You roll in expecting cold beer, tasty BBQ, and a long day of Texas tunes...and you end up getting your soul rearranged instead. Yesterday at Troubadour Fest was one of th

The world is a better, kinder, stranger and funnier place because Todd Snider wandered through it barefoot with a guitar.

Whether it’s pyro and perfection or 4 part harmony echoing in a room in West…the feeling is the same. It’s what makes me feel alive.