Here it is. The Mojo Hand. The winning boy's magic. This is the secret of my success and the originator of all my tone. Or maybe it's just a shot of my hand. The truth is that sometimes I can't stop thinking about my hands. I think about which finger to put where when I play guitar. I feel them strain against the effort put in to play the way I do. When I do any chores I feel the bumps and scrapes that cover the fingertips.

In these times when my hands fill my mind with thoughts they somehow seem bigger than they are. I can clearly recall sitting there with my head leaning on my hand when suddenly my hand feels like it craddles my whole head. As if I were a baby again and my father's hand is holding me safe. I always wonder why I feel this way?

Now I know what you're thinking and I am NOT stoned. (see..."Dave's not here man") This is just one of the many weird and wonderful things that I notice sometimes. Today is not one of those days.

This Saturday (April 1st) I'm playing a house concert here in Winnipeg. Tickets are $15.00 and $5.00 goes to SEC Lifeworks which is a great organization that helps folks live independently. If you can make it please come out and support these folks.