KingDog Lewis
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Sired by a pitbull, I was born in Chicago, the runt of a cocker spaniel litter, in May of 1956, I lived my youth both in and around New York City and Philadelphia. As a young man, I spent time in North Carolina, Seattle, Washington, and the central coast of California before finally arriving in Putney, Vermont in 1981, where I have since made my home.
Jack of all, I have been a butcher, a baker, a tinker, a tailor, even a soldier for a time, to name a few. Though it all, music has been the pulse of my life. Songwriting came to me only in these last few years. After spending most of my life trying to survive by adjusting, reacting and adapting to a world changing around me, I found a voice, dormant, sleeping inside me. Awakened, I find it is not so important I be heard. but that I speak and sing my songs, in spite of knowing that I may be misunderstood. The greatest challenge of this journey has been been in the struggle to find the right words to express the essence of my feelings. Songwriting has become the way.All comments (1)
614 plays
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Michael
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got to listen to St Paddy's Day @ McNeill's and then couldn't get fart after that. Tried hifi and lofi. this technoretard don't get no lovin'....911