This afternoon I spent some time with an old friend.  His name is John Burgard.  His guitar knows many names…awesome, tearing it up, bender of strings, sheller of corn.  As great a guitar player as John is, he is just as great of a guy.

With the exception of my dear friend and engineer of music truth, Jeff Carpenter, John is the only other “player” that will contribute to our new recordings that I have shared the new songs with.

I know I wrote the songs.  I get that.  But what I do with them is what I feel I need to do to help them along.  As soon as I play them for someone I expect to get some help making them better, then they are suddenly not just “my” songs anymore.  They belong to the group assembled to make them better.  Me, the other musicians, Jeff Carpenter, and our instruments.  It will be a good time.

Mr. Burgard and I went over the tunes today in his music room at his home.  To hear another guitar, one much more competent and seasoned than mine and really going for it, rolling through tunes I have been playing plainly for months is exhilarating.

Stayed tuned.

Singing the rights.

Danny Johnson