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        <title><![CDATA[@Ron Kauffman - blog]]></title>
        <description><![CDATA["My Bio"
 
I usually say, "Simple put, I'm a songwriter". I have a very hard time writing a bio because I tend to write my life in songs. If there's something people want to know about me, they need only listen to my music. To me, what I've been and done in the past isn't that interesting, but I suppose the things I've done and been through have made me what I am today. My influences are very apparent, CSNY, Neil Young, Willie Nelson, Simon and Garfunkel...etc. However, even though they were huge influences, I've spent my entire life trying to be myself, and I believe that stands out in my music. I don't write what's typical, I refuse to write what others think I should, and say I need to write to be accepted in the industry. If acceptance means being something I'm not, then I'll pass on being accepted.
 
I spent twenty years of my life performing live. I've played in the worst venues and some of the best. I've performed for large crowds at festivals, and no crowds in local bars! No matter where I performed or for how many, I always did the best I could to make those listening have an enjoyable experience. When my children were born, I decided to put my dreams of success aside until they were grown. Twelve years ago, I restarted my attempt at success, only this time I was determined to do it as a "songwriter", instead of a "singer/songwriter" After twelve years of chasing what I've deemed an impossible goal in an industry so hung up on "safety", meaning the powers that be fear change so much, they refuse to open their ears to the incredible music being created by "Indie artists", I've decided to go Indie myself. and perform my own music once again. At sixty-two years of age, I've had plenty of people tell me I'm crazy, but since I already knew that, why should I listen to them. I started out as a single artist, and I've decided to finish my life the same way!
 
I don't know if what I have to say through music means anything to anyone else in the world, but I do believe I have something to say and my hope is that I can say it in such a way that someone, somewhere, will get it, enjoy it, and know that there's at least one person in the world, that knows what they feel, and is willing to express that feeling in a way they can relate too.
 
This is no doubt the longest winded bio I've ever written. I know it doesn't say what some want to read about, but it's what I feel the need to share with everyone.
 
Peace and Love always,
 
Ron Kauffman
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                <title><![CDATA[Carved in Stone - @ron-kauffman]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA["Carved In Stone" Before I tell the story that inspired this song, I'd like to thank Myk McDowell for all his hard work on the production. He took a lame work demo that was out of time and made it sound great. The original demo was my vocal and me on acoustic guitar. Since I usually play solo, I tend to use emotion to get the lyrics across. This means that I tend to be out of time a lot. Even so, Myk used his expertise and came up with the production. No easy task. It takes a great deal of talent to do what he's done and I'm very proud to have had the chance to work with him. This song is about a man I met many years ago while I was backpacking around the country. I'd been on the road five days after leaving California. I'd been stuck at a number of entrance ramps along Interstate 80 and was wondering how many songs I'd write before I croaked in the desert. I finally got a ride from a couple of gamblers heading to Salt Lake City from Reno. Just before entering Salt Lake, they let me out at a bridge since they were not going into the city, but turning off for home. I was too tired to make my way into Salt Lake and decided to spend what was left of the night "Under the Overpass." (The title for another song I wrote later). When I got to the underside of the bridge I was looking around for a good spot to set up and sleep. Back in those days there was always a chance someone else might be under the same bridge, and sure enough I heard a man’s voice invite me to join him. He lit a flashlight so I could see where he was and I made my way up to him. We introduced ourselves and while I was laying out my sleeping bag and getting settled he started some light conversation. We talked for a while, dug through our packs and found enough for between us to share a decent meal. Since we were both pretty tired, we said goodnight and kicked back to get some rest. Sometime later I woke to the sound of his crying. I rolled out of my bag and moved to see if he was ok. I realized he was still asleep and appeared to be having a bad dream of some kind. Of course not knowing him well enough to shake him awake, I poked his boot a couple of times with his flashlight. Bad move!! He came up like a rocket and pinned me to the concrete slab we were sleeping on. I started talking to him and he finally let me go. He apologized a number of times. I assured him it was all good (I've done the same thing myself a number of times). He asked me why I woke him, and when I told him he shook his head and started to cry again. After some coaxing, I finally got him to open up and tell me what it was all about. His father was a minister when he was a kid, and he was raised in a very religious environment. When he turned 18 he was drafted into the Army, went through boot camp, and was sent directly to Vietnam. We talked for a long time about that. When he came home, he said he was having a great deal of trouble adjusting. His father’s teachings were so ingrained in him he couldn't deal with facing his family, especially his father, and decided to leave until he could come to terms with himself. It wasn't his friends, family, or his father that prompted him to leave; He told me everyone had done all they could to assure him he was more than welcome home. It was his heart causing so much pain. What he'd done in war contradicted everything he believed in, and that was causing another war inside of him. As I listened to him, now and then I gave what comfort I could offer. Before we lay back to sleep again, he thanked me for listening to him. He said he'd never been able to tell anyone about what was bothering him, and it helped to open up after all the time he'd held it in. When I woke, I sat up to see if he was alright, but he was gone. I found a note on my pack that said, Thanks, I'm going home. I've never seen him since, but his story stuck with me all these years. A few years ago I decided to write his story in a song. I've been working on that song for six years. "Carved in Stone" is my way of saying thank you to him for sharing his story with me. I hope he's had a great life wherever he is. Words and Music by: Ron Kauffman Vocals and Acoustic Guitar: Ron Kauffman Production, mixing and all other instruments by: My friend Myk McDowell Thursday, 08 May, 2014 ]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2014 22:07:50 -0400</pubDate>
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                <title><![CDATA[First collab. - @ron-kauffman]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[This is my first collab ever on the web. I put "I Won't Lie I Need A Drink" up for collab, and Josepf Rodz graciously took pity on me and added his awesome guitar work to it. Considering what he had to work with, I think he's done great! This song is a true story.  I'd just finished a round at the "Bluebird Cafe" in Nashville. I walked out and was heading to my car, when I spotted a man standing on the street corner holding a sign up that read, "I Won't Lie, I Need A Drink". SMACK!!!! right upside my songwriter's brain!! I wrote half the song on my way back to Friendsville. The next day I finished it.Not being an incredible artist, I'm very happy that someone of Joseph's talent picked up on this and added his own special guitar work to it.        Thank you Joseph, I'm proud to have the chance to work on music with you, and I hope we can work on more in the future!                            Peace, Ron]]></description>
                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2014 17:14:56 -0500</pubDate>
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