You can listen to any of my albums and know exactly where my heart was while writing and recording the music. Why? I guess because I’m a lousy liar. I’ve learned that from the overflow of my heart my truest pen will speak.
In 1979 I started walking through the valley of the shadow, the abyss of rejection, stabbed by the sting of the Judas kiss. I had disappointed my family, friends, and most of all myself. Living in the gutter in my mind, stripped, and for the first time in my life…hopeless. I was convinced I could never forgive myself so how could anyone else ever extend a hand of grace? I became well acquainted with the judging sneers and condemning words of the white-robed sepulchers.
Then slowly a miracle.