released 1989 A&M Records
Patent & Copyright 1989 A&M Records, Inc. All Rights reserved. Printed in the U.S.A. A&M Records, Inc., P.O. Box 118, Hollywood, CA 90078
THANKS TO -
Bill Melanson, David Peel at McDibb's, Jerry Reed Smith and Song of the Wood Music, Christine Lavin, Buddy Mondlock, Ashley Cleveland, Kristin DeLauer, Keith Christopher, Alan LeBouef, Bob Donlin, Robert Halg, John Gorka, Howard and Brooke Hanger, Rod Kennedy, Liv and Maggie Taylor, Lance Cowan, John Mollenhauer, Ralph Murphy, Tim Mason, Arne Brav, Candy Parton, Patrick Clifford, Steve Ralbovsky, Craig Hayes, Bill Krasilovsky, Richard Crane, Mom, Dad, and Michael.
Art Direction: Chuck Beeson
Design: Peter Grant
Photography: Taylor King
EYE OF THE HURRICANE
LANGUAGE OF THE HEART
RUSTY OLD AMERICAN DREAM
HOW DID YOU FIND ME HERE
LEAVE IT LIKE IT IS
SATURDAY THEY'LL ALL BE BACK AGAIN
IT'S ALMOST TIME
JUST A VEHICLE
COMMON AS THE RAIN
This album is dedicated to Amy Kurland and all the good people at A&M. You heard what I was trying to say somewhere in this sound, and you believed that it was worth working hard so that more people might hear it.
This album is as much yours and it is mine.
TO YOU -
I live with a bunch of people in a big old house in a small town surrounded by mountains. But I grew up a mile from the mall in Mentor, Ohio. I used to spend all my minimum wage on motorcycles to ride the trails along the high power lines because every once in awhile it felt like getting free. This year I wrote a song about a 1000cc Honda Hurricane that tells of that not-so-quiet desperation. I didn't start playing guitar until after high school, but it took hold of me as if it knew something about me that I really wanted to know. I came here to Asheville eight years ago because of a unique college called Warren Wilson. I stayed in the area for the mountains, and because of a music room called McDibb's.
I've worked a lot of different jobs, but the best were leading bicycle and hiking trips in the United States, Canada, and Europe. For years ago I led a cross-country trip Atlantic to Pacific pulling a small trailer behind my bicycle for the guitar.
Since then I've been continuing to live cheap in order to work at what I love most. I've played music on the street, then in a health-food restaurant for tips, and then at McDibb's.
Then I was travelling again, but this time in a van with a futon, and after being accustomed to bicycle camping, this was luxury! I love seeing new towns and playing for anyone who'll listen. All over this country there are places where people gather for an evening of music to really listen to some unknown like me.
I think an evening of music is a chance to peek around the walls that keep us all feeling like strangers. I like it when it's person-to-person, vulnerable ad brave. Then everyone knows that the performer is not the source. I think that the best thing a player can do is to get out the way so that the music can get by.
So these are not big-time songs. They fit just fine in a living room. The songs are about life and death, and a hope that keeps coming back somehow.
So to you, and to that hope, I ask the same questions: How did you find me here?
July 4, 1989