Friends,

I am a song writer with a whole lot of nothing going for me, all of the time. What a way to start a blog don’t you think? Welcome to my puddle of failures, triumphs and personal quirks about putting your heart on paper and soul on six strings.
I named this blog after a song I wrote about a homeless fellow I met in Niagara Falls when I was seventeen. He carried everything he owned on his back, including his only friend – a black acoustic guitar missing two strings. Out of tune and tattered, his guitar sounded terrible. His stories about making his own way from a broken home in Guelph, Ontario, were inspiring yet disturbing. A couple hands of change and my favourite guitar pick went a long way. It was an explicit experience by my own right, and one that anyone but me would label defining; but I regard that encounter as the backbone to which I base my song writing beginnings on. I offer up anything but proven theory and reliable information. This is my outlet documenting my journey to writing the greatest songs I could ever write.