THEY say "You don't choose the blues, the blues choose you." Well, sometimes the blues rob you blind, burn down your house and drag you away, across the country, across the world, with nothing but a beat up guitar, some harmonicas and a couple thousand songs in your head...

Writing songs isn't something you learn, it's something that happens all on it's own. Sometimes they come in dreams, more often in nightmares, sometimes you find them, left for dead, on the side of the road. Sometimes they find you there, and follow you around until your forced to put a tune to them and sing it to anyone who will listen...

Sometimes morning doesn't come for days. Sometimes the music never seems to end. Then you realize your broke in a town where you don't know the name; and that place that seems less and less like home all the time is so far away and you can't even remember what it is you've been searching for.

You just got to believe you'll recognize it when you see it, you'll know when you get there...just try to keep one step ahead of your shadow.

~KELLEN


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