Well folks, hope you’re doing well. It’s been a busy off-season, let’s get right down to it! Some of you noticed that my new songs haven’t been coming out on right Friday the past two weeks. Rumor has it, my distributor, Distrokid, just did a big round of layoffs so that might be the reason for the delays (I do have a conspiracy theory — more on that later!). Whelp, I assure you the problem ain’t on my end! In fact, I have much more than one song planned for you this Friday — it’s actually going to be a 28-song album. Look out for “Lofi Beats for Study, Dishwasing, and Dance” this Friday! Dogs and TrucksThis past Friday’s release (although it only became available today! Jeez Distrokid!) is a song from T.J. Dobel. I first met Tim back in 2017 when I was working at his cafe, Mocha Motts, where I earned the rare distinction for being the worst barista ever! Luckily, T.J. knew a songwriter when he saw one, and he took me under his wing. “Dogs and Trucks” is a raw breakup song, the type of breakup where you pack up everything you own, hit the road and live out of the truck for bit as you try to find a new place to call home — somewhere very, very far away. Lyrics: I’m empty as Oklahoma Tired as these dusty fields Nothing but rigs and windmills They look just like I feel Nothing as sad as a sunrise Crossing the Texas line Left you and a U-Haul in Kansas Full of what was yours and mine And the only thing we can agree It’s all over for you and me So please stop talking, we’ve both said enough You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck Took forever to get through Dallas My mind stuck on rewind Trying to drive the you out of me That’s gonna take some time But this truck holds together It’s a long way to Mexico My brother has a house there Always said I could go And the only thing we can agree It’s all over for you and me So please stop talking, we’ve both said enough You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck Found a beach and some tequila Gonna drink the you outta me Ride some waves, pray for betters Get washed away by the sea Yes, it’s over for you and for me So please stop talking, we’ve both said enough You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck You keep the dog, I’ll take the truck You keep, I’m taking my truck  Fast HorsesBefore that, I released T.J. Dobel’s “Fast Horses”. This is one of my favorite T.J. songs. It’s a vignette of the prairie and the plains, that expansive part of the American landscape that many of us only dream about — but this was where T.J. grew up. These are deeply personal stories and places for him. It’s a gift to inhabit these songs and to get into these lived stories by singing ‘em. The song also features my wife Katie’s lovely background vocals. Lyrics: I wanna to ride fast horses Running with the wind Galloping on the high desert plains Out where the mountains begin I don’t wanna be a cowboy Those boys work too work I just wanna ride the horses And sleep out under the stars So saddle me up the pinto Throw a rope on that gray And we’ll go riding horses Out on the prairie all day Grandad ran some cattle Til the flood of ‘51 Washed away all of his dreams Grandad went on the run Now he’s up in the cemetary There ain’t much there to see He’d rather be riding horses Out on the prairie with me So saddle me up the pinto Throw a rope on that gray And we’ll go riding horses Out on the prairie all day I wanna to ride fast horses Running with the wind Galloping on the high desert plains Out where the mountains begin  This Place Has ChangedThe last song to talk about is “This Place Has Changed”. It’s a weeee bit political. Like, what the hell happened to this country? What has happened to our communities? Who’s eating up all our land and resources? That’s the vibe. I’ll confess — my troubles with distribution started after releasing this song. Instagram flagged and removed my first attempts at posting it. I got a strike (since resolved, thankfully) on my YouTube channel after posting the lyric video. Was I shadowbanned? Canceled? Who knows. This is the conspiracy theory I alluded to earlier. At any rate, I’ve since receive a LOT of positive feedback about this song from listeners. It clearly resonates with many people and I think we can all agree that we all pray for an American future with truth, justice, freedom — and most of all, love. We just have to all huddle together and remind ourselves of what truly matters, what we truly value in this little life of ours on this beautiful little stretch of land. I’m happy that folks can at least agree that they love this song! Lyrics: It started off like it always does A beautiful place that everyone loves Til they beat it to death for being what it was And embalmed the remains and sold it as a drug In came the junkies looking for a thrill Building McMansions on the landfills Throwing fundraisers for the ruling class, singing Jesus is Republican and God’s a Democrat My, my, my this place has changed We used to take care of our own back in the day But now we all kowtow hail to the chief So long as he’s the prince of the political thieves The motorcade’s long, the taxes hiked, going green with batteries mined by little tykes Used to be hunters now there’s gun control Used to be farmers now there’s *nlyfans models My my my this place has changed Everyone’s wondering why it’s hard to afford Housing, and why town hall works for The people playing games while the ones who work Are paying for them sausage bills bustin’ with pork Cross every T, dot every eye Even when a log’s jammed right up yours, big guy Gemini Jack and Jill on Capitol Hill Be sending Agent Smith after yer red pills My my my this place has changed Back then they’d rather die the death than not be free But not long ago we was the first and last Locked down like monkeys, muzzled up with masks Saying yes big brotha, yes indeed I think I great reset is just what we need Used to have spunk, now we neuter the kids If we was really woke, we’d wake up from this sh*t My my my this place has changed ‘Cause freedom dies every time that you blink Cause you forgot how to think, and you was afraid to speak It’s carrying its cross down to D.C. to die So focus on your family, Miss American Pie Oh my my my how this place has changed I wonder if anything original remains Of the blood that used to pump through its heart Of that rugged spirit that was here at the start Once upon a time, they say we was free But you gotta wonder if we really got the will to be Maybe we do, maybe we don’t But if freedom dies here, where the hell do we go? 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