Creede Williams's lyrics & chords

Ever driven across country on Highway 40 as it melts into I-10 and finally blooms as the 101? It begins as a barren, beautiful strip of asphalt, especially in mid-May as school is letting out. Now imagine what the AM radio would sound like if Van Morrison, Michael Stipe and James Taylor took a road trip from Oklahoma to the Hollywood Hills and fought over what station to listen. The debut release from Creede Williams features the kind of music you would expect from a guy who shilled cars in a prison town, pitched scripts at a Los Angeles Talen...read more