This is me, slowly unpacking a shoebox of memories.
I've been writing songs for most of my life. Some were written for people I love. Some for people I once loved. Some came from loss, friendship, faith, family or moments I was trying to understand. And some, if I'm honest, I've had to rediscover before I could even remember why I wrote them.
For years they lived in notebooks, folders, old recordings and memory — scattered pieces of a life rather than anything resembling a catalogue.
Between the Lines is where I unpack them.
A song might begin with a handwritten page I haven't looked at in thirty years. An old photograph. A cassette. A name. A line of lyric that suddenly brings back the person I was when I wrote it.
Sometimes the story is clear. Sometimes I have to piece it together. And occasionally I find something I'd completely forgotten was there.
This isn't intended to be a finished archive. I'm building it as I go — taking each thing out of the box, looking at it properly, remembering what I can, and giving it a place.
The recordings are elsewhere on this site.
This is the stuff between the lines.
Stories from the Shoebox
Open the Door
I Stood There
Sometimes the paper remembers better than I do.
Between the Dream and Me
Between the Dream and Me
Originally called Mediocrity. A working lyric sheet, a familiar doubt, and the joy of making things.
For the People I Love
Mommy to Mom
A birthday song for Mom, and the beginning of something much bigger.
The Early Years
Paula
A friendship in Pretoria, a handwritten song, and an envelope whose story never quite ended.
The Early Years
Why Do I
An old songbook, a first heartbreak, and a song that somehow stayed with me.
Love, Lost & Found
I Still Choose You
A songwriter finds his voice again, and discovers what choosing someone after twenty years can mean.