Tim Perry
My good friend and fellow songriter Steve Ford was recently diagnosed with liver failure and can't get a transplant. Docs give him 1 to 2 years. Sucks beyond words. He's only 53. I wrote and performed this one for a fundraiser held on his behalf.
My young son is a bit of an artist...scary-good, actually. And he'd rather spend his time sketching that just about anything else. His drawing are a window into his mind...and a connection to me. This is his song.
A song of hope for a young girl who conquers the difficulties of life with an unflagging smile for the ages.
This is an anthem of sorts for fathers as they try to prepare their children for the future. Uplifting and hopeful.
I've heard it said that raising kids is much like being pecked to death by chickens. :-) Thankfully, I don't feel that way very often, but it's a fair enough question to ask "Why do we do it?" It’s pretty simple. We do it for love.
The story of a young guy from rural Oklahoma who longs for something better, until he gets it.
Every once in a while, Moms and Dads need to wriggle out from underneath their domestic responsibilities. And kick up a little dust.
We all go through difficult times, and it can be difficult to keep the head above water. But no condition is permanent. Better days are ahead!