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The Hardest Places To Play the BluesPart Four: Playing Gospel/Christian Blues in a Non-Christian Venue
Because we live in a post-Christian culture we have to start communicating with people as if they have no previous knowledge of the things of God or church culture. If at the end of my concert, they walk away knowing one thing, then I’ve done a good job. What is the one thing? That God is good, always.
The Hardest Places I’ve Played the Blues Part Three: A Homeless Encampment
“Under a bridge near the river is where I met him. He camps there and calls it home. In his eyes, I saw the struggle of a life castaway. He said my name is Sinner, I’ve got no place else to go.” These words are from a song on my new album Far Enough titled “My Name Is Sinner.” Although the man (I named Sinner) doesn’t exist, the location and the people that I met under the bridge are very real.
The Hardest Places I’ve Played the Blues Part Two: On Death Row
It was the most chaotic place I have ever been. It was cold and dark; the dark gray block walls echoed every whisper and scream, and you could feel evil in the air. As the chaplain opened the door, we walked in and he said, “This is death row.” These men are all condemned to die.