Train Station

February 2, 2012 at 4:02 pm Leave a comment

Hard to believe this song is 13 years old now. I wrote it when I was living in Washington, D.C., and listening to a lot of Ray Davis’s Bluegrass Country on WAMU. (This is before the 2000 election debacle happened and WAMU decided to take Bluegrass Country off the air and replace it with a couple extra hours of All Things Considered. WTF WAMU.)

Anyway, I decided I wanted to write a bluegrass ballad. So I wrote this. Then I sent a tape of it off to a “songwriter showcase” in Bethesda, and I was shocked when they invited me to perform. It was my first solo show. I had to write like five more songs in just a month so I’d have a set to play.

This version is from my 2004 EP. Right now, Oella is working on an exciting rearrangement of it. It’s going to sound a lot like a music box. That’s all I can tell you right now. Maybe we’ll play it for you March 15 at The Windup Space.


Entry filed under: Music, Songwriting.

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