November 8th, 2008


I just met a girl named Natasha...

The TSA agent in Atlanta handed me my travel guitar and asked "what's your guitar's name?" I said, "It's brand new. What's your name?"


There it is. Now I have to write a song about Natasha, the sassy dark Atlanta TSA agent with the heart of gold.

See if I don't. Watch this space.

Love and joy.