There is a small writing shack on a hill in Wimberley, Texas, called House of Fables. It belonged to Billy Porterfield. He was a journalist and author of many books. He drove to the back corners of Texas just to talk to strangers, and then wrote about it. He stopped writing as his Alzheimer's set in. I met his daughter and married her. The House of Fables and the whole hill became our shrine to him. We sought refuge and creative inspiration there. I would sit and read Billy's words in the spot where they were written, while Oren wandered the hillside quietly with Josephine. Eventually, I decided I wanted to take my instruments and recording gear out to the House of Fables and spend some time alone, making music. Those recordings eventually became this record.
Thanks to all my friends and loved ones who support me in all my hair-brained schemes. Especially my Oren, who deals with my creative madness most directly and patiently. Thank you to Diane Porterfield for her love and generosity, and for letting me hole up in Billy's writing shack to record this. Many thanks in many ways to: Mom, Dad, Shannon, Jesse and Tom. Nanette, Tess. Justine Langston, Joe Kraft, David Liston, Nick Kepley, Oliver Endahl, Alexa Holland, Eduardo Torres, Eric Witthans, Joshua Piper, Ashley Sherman, Michelle and Rhys Ulerich, Billie Buddenhagen, John Trujillo, Dan Rudmann and Terra Schneider.
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