Dude had a hell of a run...
Son of a General, West Pointer, 'Nam gunship pilot, left the army (Major) in disgust (much to his father's chagrin), took a gig flying roughnecks out to oil rigs in the Gulf...and wrote songs.
After one too many rejections I suspect, he took matters into his own hands...and landed his helicopter on Johnny Cash's front lawn to hand deliver a demo.
Never looked back.
gotta say, this one stings.
-bye Kris, hug Bobby for us...
-r