Category Archives: Diary

The past four weeks have been a whirlwind. In early May, I was in the studio withDavid Mead working on his new album. Brad Jones produced. Tyson Rogers played piano. Chris Carmichaeldid strings. Jim Hoke played woodwinds. And David played … Continue reading →

I’ve always thought it would be fun to be a “cowgirl” and when I was younger my family lived for a couple ofyears on a dairy farm in Texas. We helped milk thecows and feed them in the morning and … Continue reading →

“Did anybody ever tell you that you look like . . .?” This is a line that people often use when they’re struck by some physical resemblance between an ordinary person and a famous person. I’ve only used it a … Continue reading →

“Rising Pollen Levels Irritate Nashvillians.” That’s today’s headline on the front page of our local newspaper,the Tennessean. I’m definitely one of those irritated Nashvillians. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had problems withallergies and asthma. Little did I know … Continue reading →

The first time I busked in the London Underground, I was terrified. It was Oxford Street station, about ten in the morning. I opened my case just up the stairs from the train platform, strapped on my guitar, hit an … Continue reading →