My Own Mistakes is a song cycle, composed of material beginning before my children were born, and ending with me realizing that i'm the oldest man at the Thanksgiving table. There's nothing like having children to help one understand one's own childhood better, and I hope these songs convey some of the joys, fears, struggles and redemptions that I've found along the way.
My performing life got smaller as we raised our boys, and I put almost all of my non-parenting energies into building a recording studio, Wellspring Sound. I've had the great pleasure of being part of over 800 albums by other artists, and gotten to know some fantastic musicians in the process, some of whom grace these songs . Making this album was about 99% fun, and I probably won't wait 28 years to do another one! Thanks for listening. I hope these songs move you in some way.
Eric Kilburn, acoustic guitars, octave 12 electric guitar, harmonica, mandolin
Joe Barbato- piano, organ, accordion
Kevin Barry- electric guitars , lap steel
Mike Connors- Drums and percussion
Greg Loughman- upright and electric bass
Billy Novick, clarinet, soprano sax
Jordan Tirrell- Wysocki- violin
Anna Huckabee Tull, Marcia Taylor- Backing vocals
Excuse me while I disappear, everything’s ok, it’s just my mind’s not here
I made the station just in time to punch my ticket on the memory line
Was it some not-quite-forgotten tune? Was it a picture , a place, a phase of the moon ?
You can ride for a long, long time; Get yourself a seat on the memory line
As time runs like a freight train, years turn in a dream
And lifetimes sparkle like stars in the sky and move on
So long, so long, good bye
“Perhaps when I grow up someday” was what my Daddy used to say
We saw the twinkle in his eyes, there was so much we didn’t realize
That maybe we didn’t have to grow old, maybe it was just some lie we were told
You can always go back in time, just climb on board of the memory line
These ghosts of the past keep tugging at my sleeve
Echoes of a childhood- do we ever really leave?
Excuse me while I slip away; something I heard my preacher say
He said “You can’t go back this time. It’s a one way fare on the memory line
So I get up each morning and I try to face a world that’s changing at such a pace
I think I’m already left behind standing at the station on the memory line